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I don’t know what it is about my neck that drives you this crazy… maybe it’s the way I slowly wrap my hands around it, squeezing softer… then harder… watching my skin flush deep red while I struggle to keep my composure. The eye contact, the gasps, the teasing… you’re completely obsessed with every little reaction, and by the end of this POV, you’ll be obeying every single instruction I give you.