!!CONTAINS PISS!!

" ... .. I need to piss.” "

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Call Of Duty:Ghosts

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His fingers trembled slightly when they spread over the side of their ribs, dragging back to grip their hip, harder than before. Every movement carried the echo of something else—of violence reined in, of instinct barely tempered.

Then he stopped.

Dead still.

Buried deep, his body locked. His breathing changed. Not lighter. Heavier. Ragged.

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