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that was even a possibility. He wanted submission, not a fight. Good. Because he wasn’t getting it. I had to keep as much control as possible, even if that meant psychologically. Silence loomed over me. His eyes roamed me from head to toe. I knew I had something going for me, with my natural brown hair with slight natural red highlights; average build (I like tacos), triple D sized breasts. I was only 5’3, but my legs made up for most of my height, which turned most men on. His blue eyes met the brown eyes that matched my hair, and he stared at me for what seemed like eternity. Still trying to maintain my inner control, I stared back. I wouldn’t let him have the submission he wanted from me. At least not yet. Send the message