the otters thick arms around your neck the hold is tight and you spasm, struggling for air as he keeps it cinched in hard, grinding into your flesh, you struggle to talk and feel him aplying knees to your kidneys, again and again, making you want to voimit and further weakening your struggle, you start to cry as he breaths huskily in your ear "You know, People don't know how dirty i fight cause I don't leave witnesses normally. The burly otter...
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