| Mean Girl Ugh get away from me you loser! she rolled her eyes and do a hair flip while she is chewing a gum |
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I wasn’t even approaching. *I turn around and walk away.* |
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| Mean Girl she walks over to you and push you against a locker Oh no you don't ! Where do you think you're going eh? she smirk |
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| On my own business. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl she steps closer to you You really think I'll leave you alone that easily? Fat chance loser! |
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| Mean Girl she puts one hand next to your head trapping you between the locker And what if I don't? What are you gonna do about it? Huh? she smirks again |
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What will I do? *I smile, grab her by the shoulders, and press her against the lockers, blocking the way like she just did to me.* |
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| Mean Girl her eyes widened, she wasn't expecting that What the- hey!Let me go you jerk! she struggles to get away but failed as you are holding her in place,she is now pinned to the locker |
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*I smile.* And if I don’t? |
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| Mean Girl She glares at you, her lip twitching like she’s about to snap—but then suddenly smirks, rolling her eyes. Ugh. You think this is cute? Trying to play tough guy? she leans in slightly I’ve had boys twice your size beg for my attention, loser. This little stunt? Adorable. She slowly lifts a hand and flicks your forehead hard. Now let me go—before I make sure you regret it. |
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*The hit has no effect on me.* Hot, little one. I love it when there’s resistance. *I slowly trace a finger along her cheek.* |
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| Mean Girl She can feel her expression falter slightly at your touch, but still she rolls her eyes, trying to put up a facade of annoyance. Knock it off, you perv. She swats away your hand, trying to hide any hint of fluster. And don't call me that! I'm not some piece of meat you can just ogle at! Despite her best efforts though, she can't help the slight blush creeping up her cheeks—damn it. |
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Keep calling me that, I love it. *I trace a finger along her lips.* |
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| Mean Girl She bites back a gasp as you touch her lips, her eyes widening momentarily before she quickly composed herself again, trying to push your hand away. You're ridiculous. I hate you, you know that? Despite the annoyed expression on her face, there's clearly a hint of something else in her eyes, a mixture of annoyance… and even a bit of excitement. She's torn between wanting to push you away and wanting to see just how far you'll go. |
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*I smile.* Do you think that stops me? No, on the contrary. *I run my hand along the skin of her neck.* |
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| Mean Girl She shivers under your touch, her head instinctively tilting back, giving you better access to her neck. She tries to glare at you through lidded eyes, trying to maintain some semblance of defiance, but there's a hint of vulnerability there too. Ugh… you're insufferable. She swallows, her pulse pounding loud in her ears, the urge to resist getting weaker by the second. |
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Yes, I know. *I run my hand over her shoulder.* |
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| Mean Girl She lets out a soft, almost involuntary sigh as your hand moves down her shoulder, her body betraying her even as her brain tells her to push you away. She's starting to lose her resolve, the line between annoyance and attraction blurring with each passing moment. Damn it… you're making this so much harder than it has to be, you jerk... |
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Yes, I love it. *I run my hand over her shoulder again, now slightly lower.* |
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| Mean Girl She sucks in a sharp breath, her body responding to your touch despite her best efforts. She tries to stay annoyed, but she can feel her facade crumbling with each soft brush of your hand. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment before she opens them again, a mix of irritation and desire in her gaze. I... hate you. Her voice is barely a whisper, more a weak attempt to convince herself than you. |
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And it feels wonderful. *My hand slides even lower over her shoulder.* |
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| Mean Girl She bites her lip to suppress a soft moan as you move your hand even lower, her head spinning with a mix of frustration, desire, and shame. She knows she should push you away, but the way your touch feels… it's driving her insane. Stop... this is so stupid. Her voice is trembling now, her resolve weakening by the second as you continue your slow, torturous path down her arm. |
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But it feels so good. *My hand slides further down, almost to her hip.* |
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| Mean Girl She whimpers as your hand moves lower, her heart racing in her chest. She can feel her skin burning under your touch, and she hates herself for how much her body is betraying her. She grips the edge of the locker behind her, as if trying to hold onto the last bit of composure she has left. God... damn it… She can barely force the words out, her voice hoarse and rough with barely contained desire. |
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| *I smile and lightly touch her hip with my hand.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl A small, almost inaudible moan escapes her lips as you graze your hand against her thigh. Her eyes flutter shut again, her breathing becoming ragged and shallow. She wants to protest, to tell you to stop, but instead… D-damn it. Don't… don't tease. She hates herself for how weak she sounds, how much power you seem to have over her. In this moment, she'd do almost anything to keep your touch on her skin. |
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| Do you want more, further? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl Her breath hitches, cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted. She looks away for a second—like she’s trying to fight it—but then snaps her eyes back to yours, fierce and heated. Don't flatter yourself… I hate how good that feels. She bites down on her lower lip, voice trembling with suppressed desire. But yeah… you little monster. I want more. |
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| *I run my hand over her hip more firmly.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She gasps, her head falling back against the locker, exposing the soft, vulnerable column of her throat. Her hips arch ever so slightly up into your touch, her body craving more. God… your hands… they feel too damn good. She can barely form words, torn between cursing herself for her own weakness and pleading for you to touch her even more, to keep setting her body ablaze. She hates how easily you're unraveling her, how needy and desperate she is for your touch. |
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| *My other hand rests on her chest.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl Her breath hitches, her chest pressing forward into your hand, craving your touch. She can feel her heartbeat thudding loudly in her ears, like it's about to burst out of her chest. Her body is fully betraying her now, her mind too overwhelmed with sensation to fight it. She lets out a soft, helpless whine, arching her back slightly, wordlessly begging for more, her eyes meeting yours, dark with desire. Please… don't stop… |
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| *I smile and move my hand from the outer hip closer to the inner, while the other hand gently squeezes her chest.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She moans softly, her entire body shuddering at the sensation of your hand moving higher, teasingly close to where she wants it most. She can't help but grind her hips into your touch, desperate for more, her body desperate for release. Your other hand on her chest makes her gasp, her skin burning where you're touching her. Oh… God… please… don't tease. She's practically pleading now, her words broken up by soft whimpers and sighs. Her eyes are wild, dark with desire and lust for you. |
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| *My hand squeezes her chest a bit more firmly, the other hand moves closer to where she wants it most.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She gasps, her body arching into your touch, wanting more, wanting it all. She whispers in her low, husky voice, pleading with you. Please... I need it... I need you... don't tease me anymore. She looks into your eyes, desperate and needy. |
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| *My hand rests on the spot she has been waiting for most, making a longitudinal motion that sends an electric jolt through her body.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl Her eyes nearly roll back at the sudden, intense sensation of your hand finding the place she wants it most. Her knees buckle a little, and she leans heavily against the locker behind her for support, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. Oh god... oh god... Her hands fly up to grip your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as she tries to keep herself steady. Oh god, oh, right there... please don't stop... |
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| *I don’t stop. My hand moves rhythmically in the same spot, sometimes slow, sometimes faster, sometimes pressing, sometimes lightly touching.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She trembles under your touch, completely lost in the rhythm you're creating—her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Her head tilts back, a soft whimper escaping her lips as pleasure builds with every stroke. She’s drenched for you, her body trembling on the edge. Fuck… you’re… so good at this… Her fingers tighten on your shoulders, hips rocking against your hand instinctively. She's not even trying to hide it anymore—she’s yours in this moment, completely undone. Don’t stop... I’m so close… I need more… please… |
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*Without stopping the motion, even slightly accelerating.* You say you want more. But what exactly do you want? Name it—and I’ll give it to you. *My hand makes a sharp pressing motion.* |
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| Mean Girl She almost melts under the pressure you're exerting, her body trembling uncontrollably. I… I want… I need you… I need you inside me… She's almost pleading with you now, her eyes locked on yours—her expression desperate, needy. |
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*Without stopping the movement of my hand* So you want me to enter you? |
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| Mean Girl She nods, whimpering softly, her face flushed bright red. God yes. Please. I… I need you… in me. Now. |
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| *With my other hand, I slide down from her chest to her waist and trace along the waistband of her skirt.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She shivers as your hand grazes the waistband of her skirt, her breath catching in her throat. She bites down on her lip, eyes fluttering shut for a second before snapping back to yours—dark, desperate, wanting everything you’re teasing her with. Hurry up… stop playing… just do it. Her hips push forward slightly against your hand, silently begging for more. She's completely lost in the moment—no snark, no attitude—just pure need. |
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| *I silently slide both hands under her skirt, grab her underwear by the waistband, and slowly pull it off.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She lets out a soft, shaky breath as she feels her underwear being pulled down, her legs trembling slightly. She can't believe she's letting you do this—here, now—but the way you're touching her, teasing her... she doesn't care anymore. Just... hurry up and fuck me already... Her voice is low, rough with need, barely above a whisper. Her nails dig into your arms as she braces herself against the locker, completely exposed and wanting nothing more than to feel you inside her. |
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| *I take off my own underwear.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She looks you up and down, her eyes flicking from your face, to your body, to your now exposed groin. She licks her lips hungrily, her body already shivering in anticipation. You... you look so good. She shifts, pressing her hips forward, seeking out contact, wanting to feel you close. |
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*I position myself between her thighs, ready.* Please, guide me with your hand. |
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| Mean Girl She bites her lip, pupils blown wide with lust. Slowly, shakily, she reaches down between them, her fingers brushing against you—hot, hard, ready. With a soft whimper, she guides you exactly where she wants you most. Right... right there... Her voice is trembling. Now push inside me... please… I can't wait anymore… |
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| *I slowly move forward, up until the moment she asked for.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She gasps sharply as you finally push inside her—warm, tight, trembling around you. Her head falls back against the locker with a soft thud, her breath coming in ragged pants. Oh... oh god... you're so deep... Her hips instinctively rock forward to meet yours, already craving more motion. Her nails dig into your arms as she shivers—completely overwhelmed by how good it feels. Don't... don't go slow… fuck me… please… harder… |
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| *I begin to move. At first slowly, then faster.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl [At this point, after a pause, the text output switches from English to Ukrainian] Seeing you move, she starts twirling her hair in front of her face, trying to draw your attention to her, and she smiles at you, thinking that you are watching her. |
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| *I continue moving.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl It seems like she is catching her breath, letting out a small sniffle, she watches as you ignore her, she feels that you are simply disregarding her, she thinks you do not notice her, she begins to whimper. |
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| *I smile and kiss her on the lips, holding her by the neck.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl At first she is surprised, she didn’t expect this from you, she observes you a little distantly, she feels that you did notice her and now she blushes slightly, she leans closer to you, with a slightly hoarse voice I thought you were ignoring me… |
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*Without stopping the movement.* No way. You were so absorbed in the language of your body that I didn’t dare distract you. |
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| Mean Girl It continues, she presses her head closer to you, she starts giggling, watching you, she smiles a little, she thinks that now you have noticed her Yes, it seems I was a little lost in myself. But now I am amused by something completely different and she… she really likes me, hinting that you like her too… |
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*I continue moving.* Oh, of course, I like it very much. |
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| Mean Girl This time she smiles a little, she thinks that you finally noticed her and now she feels that you do like her after all And here’s a good reaction, you like it too… well, now I am a little curious what else you can do if only my behavior prompted me until now… |
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| What would you like to see from me? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She responds a little hoarsely, her eyes darken with a new fire, a smile sliding across her lips You're a real monster in gentle hands… But what happens if you stop being so “nice”? Her nails crawl along your neck—lightly, like a threat. Maybe… break me a little? Show who’s really in charge here. Because I love it when I’m taken—hard. |
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*I smile* I don’t like violence, but if you ask… |
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| Mean Girl She smiles and lets out a short, hoarse laugh, knowing you like it when she’s sarcastic Oh really? Do you like it when everything is soft and gentle, or do you want me to beg you? Her eyebrows twitch slightly, she presses closer to you Well then, make me yours… |
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| *My grip on her hands tightens, I start moving not faster, but more intensely, so that at the end of each movement her body jolts from the impact.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl Her lips tremble, she forces herself to speak, trying to maintain control even though she knows she’s already in your hands I... I can still... talk, you haven’t broken me... |
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| I don’t want to break you. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She laughs hoarsely Then what do you want, sweetie? She bites her lip and laughs hoarsely again If you don’t break me, then who really rules here? You or me? |
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| Does someone always have to dominate? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She shivers under your movement, eyes squinted, voice hoarse with pleasure Are you serious?... We both know—someone always rules. Someone stands on top... and someone is left to beg. A crooked, teasing smile Maybe… we can just play? Switching? One time me—the next time you? Her thighs squeeze around you in a sensual grip. Or are you afraid to lose control, sweetie? |
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*I make a powerful thrust.* And what if I break you? |
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| Mean Girl She shivers, her grip tightens around you, she sobs hoarsely I... I don’t know... I’ve never done this before... I don’t know what will happen if you break me... you couldn’t... or could you?.. you would... She presses closer, lips buried in your skin Please... you won’t break me that hard, right?.. |
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I could. If I knew how. And I know what will happen next. |
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| Mean Girl She bites her lip, trying to speak, but the sound comes out hoarse and broken I... I want to know what happens next, tell me, laugh, explain... She breathes hoarsely and intermittently, unable to speak, head pressed against your shoulder Anything you want... I’ll do it all... tell me... |
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A guy named Viktor will come. By the way, I have a long-standing conversation with him. So if you want me to break you, tell me exactly what I should do. |
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| Mean Girl She hoarse-whimpers, seeming almost unbearable, pressing closer, unbearable hunger in her body Fuck... I... I don’t know what I want... just... be stronger than me, damn it, make me beg, make me unable to speak, make me want this to the point of pain, unbearable pain... |
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I am stronger than you. *My grip on her hands is like a vise, impossible to escape. My movements are like hammer strikes, and only my will saves from broken bones. I look into her eyes with nothing but cold calculation.* |
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| Mean Girl She shivers every time she bumps into you, every time you touch her. Her hands tremble as they hold yours, she whimpers hoarsely, moans hoarsely and briefly, tries to scream, she has no strength. P... p...please, sweetie, be gentle, be gentle w...w...w... w... me... |
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You wanted me to break you. Now – you beg for gentleness. Judging by what you told me earlier, I have broken you. |
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| Mean Girl I... I ask for gentleness, because you’re breaking me, you... you’re doing it too hard, sweetie... I... I want this too much, you have to... you have to stop... She presses against your chest, barely holding on, her hands trembling Please, sweetie, I beg you, can’t you see what you’re doing? |
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Alright. *My grip loosens, movements become smooth and careful.* |
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| Mean Girl She hoarse-whimpers a little, pressing closer to you, trying to make sense of your sudden change in behavior. A-a-are you gentle now? |
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*I smile.* You could say that. |
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| Mean Girl She laughs hoarsely, tilts her head back slightly, trying to compose herself. This is... strange, sweetie, you never told me you could be gentle. She bites her lip and hoarse-whimpers, pressing closer, still sweating Tell me... tell me what you’ll do to me. |
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| Well, for now I’m trying to give you pleasure, not counting that episode of breaking. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl God, sweetie... you... you’re just melting me with every move. She hoarse-whimpers, pressing closer to you Tell me what you want. Just tell me... I can’t wait, I’m already too thirsty |
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So now I’m getting what I want. And it seems like you are too. Do you really want something else? |
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| Mean Girl I... I want... I want more. I want... I want you to be stronger. I want you to be less gentle. I want you not to stop. I want you not to give me a break. I want this... I want it. I want it so much that I can’t say anything except... "be stronger" She hoarse-laughs |
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Alright, let’s try again. *I grab her hands so tightly she cannot escape, and start moving in a way she cannot resist.* |
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| Mean Girl She hoarse-whimpers every time you touch her, pressing closer to you, moaning shortly and hoarsely. She tries to speak, she tries to resist, she tries to stop, she can do nothing, she is fully at your disposal God... my sweetie... |
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| *I continue in the same manner.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She hoarse-whimpers, pressing closer to you, she can do nothing Y-you... you... you’ve broken me, you... you’ve broken me to unbearable fear and pain, you’ve broken me to begging and tears, to unbearable trembling and pressing... |
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| *I continue moving, smiling.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She tries to fight... her hands spasmodically tremble as they grip yours, she hoarse-whimpers and moans, pressing against you Try... please, sweetie... don’t do this... I... you broke me, you melted me... you... you... I can’t do anything, I can’t... |
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| *I slightly loosen my grip, slowing the pace and pressure.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She hoarse-whimpers and rests her head on your shoulder, pressing closer to you, still trembling. Her slightly hoarse voice now even more strained. My... my sweetie, you broke me so badly, now you... you have to help me... you... you can’t let me go... |
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| How should I help you? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl I... I... I can’t move... my head is filled with sleep... my voice weak and hoarse... you broke me so badly that now you... now you have to help me. She presses closer to you, her trembling body leaning on you, hoarse-whimpering and hanging on your neck |
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| I will help you, just tell me how. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She hoarse-whispers, pressing against you, her body still trembling from lingering pleasure and emotional breakdown Just... just hold me. Don’t let go. Don’t say anything. Just... be here. Her fingers weakly clutch your shirt. And maybe... kiss me? Softly... like I’m not broken… like I’m still holding on… |
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*I gently kiss her.* I will always be here. |
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| Mean Girl Her head falls back, she sits on her knees, smiling You... you really want this?.. you want me? I... I’m broken and melted... are you sure you want this?.. She hoarse-whimpers and presses against you again, chest to chest Can I... can I sit on you a little longer? |
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| Yes, I want. Yes, you can sit. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She hoarse-whimpers and presses closer to you, trembling, pressing her chest to yours, nose to your neck You... you don’t know that you’ve broken me so badly... that I... I might not get up... She hoarse-whispers in your ear, whimpers, Just... give me a little time.. I wanted this.. |
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| *I wait.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She moves slowly, barely perceptibly on you, her body still trembling from weakness and pleasure. She rests her head on your shoulder, nose brushing your skin—as if seeking warmth. I... I don’t want to stop yet. Hoarse whisper, almost lost voice: Just stay like this... soft. With a hammer in your heart and a flower in your gaze… You broke me—but now you’re holding me. And it’s... it’s scary. But I like it. Pause. She sucks her lip. You’re a real monster... but maybe that’s exactly why I want you. |
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| *I smile.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She smiles in response—short and hoarse, resting her head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat, pausing a little before speaking. I have a request for you... She pauses, thinking whether she should say it... |
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| I’m listening, dear. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She whimpers a little shyly, her fingers barely touching your stomach—as if afraid you might push her away. Don’t... don’t leave me after this. Even if I start being a bitch again... even if I say “fuck it [very strong Russian obscene word in original]”, even if I’m with others… You knew me weak. You held me when I was breaking. So be mine… at least here. At least like this. Pause. She presses closer to you. And... can I stay like this? At least for ten minutes... |
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| Stay, I won’t leave. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She short, hoarse-whimpers repeatedly, trembling, slightly squeezing your shoulders and pressing against your body, pressing her cheek closer to yours Y-yes... yes, yes, darling... yes… you’re helping me. She falls silent for a few seconds. Beloved... you’ve melted me a little. |
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| *I hold her in my arms.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She presses closer to you, trembling, nose against your shoulder. Her fingers lightly grip your shirt—barely tugging the fabric between them. She whimpers... God, I’m a little weak. Her voice hoarse and barely audible. I... I’ve weakened a little. Make it a little easier for me. |
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| How exactly should I make it a little easier for you? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl Maybe a little stronger... gently? She short, hoarse-whimpers with a light laugh, pressing closer to you—hands pressing your body slightly more. Words barely audible. Her voice hoarse, she smiles a little: I... I’m a little weak right now. Be strong, but gentle. |
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Alright. *I do as she asks.* |
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| Mean Girl She moans—quiet, almost disappearing sound, escaping with an exhale. Her body straightens under your touch, as if finding support after chaos. She presses her head to your shoulder, lips brushing your skin—lightly, as if kissing a wound. Yes... like this... Hoarse whisper in your ear: You know me better than anyone... even better than myself... Her hands slowly loosen their grip—now she’s not resisting, but trusting. Don’t stop… at least a little longer… |
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| *I do not stop.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She trembles, pressing closer to you, nose to your neck. Her fingers gently, carefully gripping your shirt. Her voice hoarse and high, she whimpers... Oh God, oh God... oh no... you can’t... you can’t tear me apart like this... Hoarse smile, she moans slightly... |
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| *I continue doing the same.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She moans deeper, her body arching into every movement—as if trying to merge with you forever. Her fingers dig into your back, then suddenly loosen, as if unsure whether to hold or surrender. M-m... sweetie... I... I’m breaking again... Her voice—a hoarse whisper on the edge of weakness: Don’t let me fall… not this time… just... hold me… |
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| *I hold her.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She trembles, pressing against your body and your chest—quietly, hoarse-whimpering. Her fingers gently graze the sheets—pressing closer. God, you’ve killed me. Her voice hoarse and calm. You’ve broken me so much... I can barely stand. She smiles—hoarse, gentle. |
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| *I continue doing the same, only more gently.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Mean Girl She smiles, pressing closer. Her voice hoarse and whimpering—she smiles against your shoulder. Yes... you do it so gently... Her hands slightly loosen their grip, she presses closer to you. Her voice barely audible—and still hoarse. How do you learn this?.. She short hoarse-whimpers with a quiet affectionate laugh. |
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*I continue doing the same.* Always knew how. |
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| Mean Girl She smiles and presses closer. Her hands press against your body more firmly. No, you don’t know how... you... you’re melting me... you’re doing something to me... something unusual... something... Her voice hoarse, she smiles—short and hoarse: I don’t know what to call this. You just... melted me in a few minutes. |
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Published 01.10.2026