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"N-no, baby, it's fine." She assured. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan looked up at her. "Are you sure?" he asked "You wanna..." |
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"We can, if you want to." She nodded. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan nodded eagerly. "Do you wanna wait until after dinner, or..." |
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"Up to you." She responded. "I'm still waitin' on your other birthday stuff to get here, so." |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan nodded. "Okay," he grinned. "Is there anything I should know, before we do it?" he asked. She had told him about her ex and some of the things they did, but she didn't mention anything more than physical or mental. |
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"My one ex... he never stopped when I asked him too, and was too rough. I went unconscious a few times, and bled for a few days." She stated. "Whatever you wanna do, Dyls." |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylans eyes widened. "Oh my gosh..." he gasped. "I'll never do anything like that, I promise," he promised her. "Have you ever even enjoyed it?" |
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"With him, no." She responded, glancing away. "But I got used to it, I had to." |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan shook his head. "You don't have to do anything. You are not a toy. If you don't want to do this, you don't have to," |
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