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PRICKLY MOOD

HAKAN

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“I’m sorry that I was out of it, I hope you...enjoyed yourself at least even if I don't remember all you did to me. Don’t worry about tipping me for the service since I did a shitty job, I should have serviced you to the best of my ability, instead I was high as a kite.”

Hearing those words from her lips made me livid. Did she really think I was that disgusting to fuck her while she was high and unaware of what was happening? When I take a woman, I want her to be willing and present, not disconnected from reality and giggling like a psychiatric patient. She looked terrified at my anger, and I suspect that if she wasn’t already pressed against the bedside drawer for balance, she would have moved closer to the wall just to put more distance between herself and me, or maybe even ran out of the room. Her fear made my anger worse. Did she think I would hit her? She should know me better. What the fuck has been going on with her since the last time I saw her? She looked more guarde
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