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Evil Women Crushing Balls for Fun (Ballbusting, Femdom, Female Domination)
(Scarlett Steele)

"Don't move, and don't scream, or I'll cut you!" Tiffany was startled out of a deep sleep by the weight on her chest and the hand over her mouth. She tried to fight back, but the man's weight had her pinned under the blankets. The knife hovered inches from her nose.



"David, get off of me!" It had taken her a moment to shake the sleep from her brain and realize her boyfriend was apparently locked in one of his late-night writing binges and wanted to fact check something, using her as the "victim" of course.



He shifted his weight so she could move, "So, really, you couldn't fight back, right? I mean, your arms were totally pinned, but what about your legs?" This was his norm. He got an idea in his head and had to see if it worked. Which might not have been so bad except for the fact that he wrote graphic murder mysteries where the victim was always female, and always seemed to be raped and terrorized by the man.



It made for an interesting sex life, though. The frequent role playing was kind of hot, she had to admit. Just not when he woke her up in the middle of the night. She sighed. "Yeah, it worked. I couldn't move my arms at all and the blankets had my legs pretty well trapped."

He grinned and jumped off the bed, rushing back to his laptop muttering about some plot point while she tried to get back to sleep. He'd be up most of the night working on whatever book he was writing this time, but she still needed to get to work in the morning.



She was surprised when she woke up and found his side of the bed still empty. She was even more surprised when she walked into the kitchen and he handed her a cup of coffee. "Have you slept?" His bleary eyes said he hadn't. He shook his head.