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I remember when I was ten, I lived next to a young lady. She was pretty and seemed to be pretty friendly with everyone, but each time she'd look at me, I'd feel a shiver run down my spine. The way she'd forcefully shove me against her body or how she'd smell my hair, made me very uncomfortable. But since my mom had a hard time getting that apartment, I just stay quiet in hopes I wouldn't have to see her the next day. At some point even hugs from my own mom would disgust me. Sometimes my mind would play tricks on me and I'd see her red hair at the corner of my eye.
One day she started touching my crotch and by that point I was so disgusted that I pushed her away. But she slapped me across the face, it hurt so much. I felt as if my cheek was burning and couldn't do nothing other than crying.
This apparently only excited her more. So she started to to get rougher. She held my dick in her hand and squeezed it, while I sobbed. Marine started to stroke my dick faster and faster, until she made me cum forcefully in her palm.
With teary eyes, I saw how she slurped all of the thick white stuff off of her hand. Only to whisper in my ear how she'd make me into her man.
