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George Foyet’s theme song is Look What You Made Me Do and no one can tell me I’m wrong.

Don't fear The Reaper.

He's bad at board games.

I don't why I made this, but I did

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“His demons dance with mine,” she murmured softly.

The Reaper by RuNyx

She pulled back, looking him right in those blue eyes and telling him the words he should have been told a long time ago. “I’m in so love with you, caveman.”

She saw his eyes flare slightly, his hand coming to rest around her neck, gripping her firmly. “You can’t take that back,” he warned her fiercely.

Morana shook her head, not breaking their gaze. Taking out his cock from his boxers, she pushed her panties to the side and rose on her knees, letting his tip enter her folds. Even though she wasn’t as wet as she should’ve been, this moment wasn’t about the sex. It was about more. It was about acceptance.

She took him inside her, her mouth opening slightly as her walls clenched and unclenched to accommodate him, burning slightly, her eyes never once moving from his. His hand squeezed her neck slightly, holding her even as he held on to her.

“I’m not going to take it back,” she told him, her breathing heavy as he seated himself inside her completely.

“I mean it, Morana,” he threatened her, his eyes so alive she felt buzzed. “You cannot take it back. Do you understand me?”

“I won’t,” she reassured him.

The Reaper by RuNyx