“Allison, your shoes!” Damon stood in the doorway with her heels dangling from his fingers, dropped them when she didn’t stop.
He went inside, buried his face in the couch, and screamed.
He couldn’t help it.
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She didn’t need the shoes. She had been wearing them every night since she met Damon at the club. He said her butt looked big in anything else, so she wore them down for him. The first time he hit her, she almost thought she deserved it. This time, they just stared at each other until Allison just walked out in her bare feet.
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Title by: twisted knickers
Story by: Nick
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