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"It felt wrong. It felt dangerous. I didn't know who he was. He could be a robber. He could be a killer. I was starting to regret having him follow me. I quickly got to my front door and unlocked it. I was gonna turn and tell him something, but he didn't give me the chance."
When she got too loud he squeezed her throat, when she squirmed too much he squeezed her throat, when he felt she wasn't squeezing his cock hard enough, he squeezed her throat. He knew he was leaving a bruise, but as he fucked her he couldn't care less.