>>4438998"Don't resist, Ingrid. It'll be sweeter that way," Mercedes said, her voice light as a feather.
"You're sick. Sick!" Ingrid shouted. She squirmed, struggling against her bonds.
Mercedes giggled again. "Don't worry. Soon enough, you'll be begging for me."
Ingrid glared daggers at her. "I'd never. We're supposed to be friends."
"Oh Ingrid, but we are! And this is what friends do for one another."
Mercedes walked over, kneeling over Ingrid so that her chest was front and center at Ingrid's line of sight. She gently cupped Ingrid's chin and tilted it upwards just so.
"I'll show you, sweet Ingrid. Don't you worry."
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Is this the sort of vibe we're going for, or something more aggressive?