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Owning a sweat rag 3
🕑 Added 2023-02-03 15:00:02 +0000 UTCAs Bar knew there’s an infinite queue of people that wants to be her sweat rag more than anything, she started being reckless with you, keeping you in her armpit almost all day long.
The glue was weak and you kept holding her skin miserably, afraid you might fall out of it and straight to your death.
Today when she left for an event with her friend, you started feeling the glue wear off so you reached your hand to the crevice in the middle of her armpit, it made her quench and flex a muscle, it nearly broke every bone in your body.
“Shit”, she said and opened her armpit, looking at you, “Adam?” She asked, her mouth was twitching.
“G..Ah.. h-help…” you pathetically moaned.
Bar couldn’t hold off her laugh anymore and it burst out, “Emily, you got to take a photo of it, I must post it”, she told her friend and raised both hands, “wait, I can’t laugh, give me a moment to adjust my breathing and make a sad face”
You could barely move and look at them, but when Bar stopped laughing Emily started taking pictures with her phone.
“Ok?” Bar asked.
“Yeah I think this one is good”
“Thanks”
Bar said and closed her arm on you like you were nothing, then flexed a muscle with force, smushing you completely, pulverizing anything that remained of you to a red pulp mixing with the sweat you worked so hard to clean off.
Feeling that made her burst into laughter again, and she asked for a moisturized tissue to clean off your pathetic remains.
