The DM folder of a woman collects creepy passes from total strangers like an air filter collects dust. And every 90 days or so, she’ll have to replace that dirty filter, deleting all unsolicited requests from horny randos. But every now and then, as she’s sifting through all the dirt she’s collected, it’s fun to toy with a designated creeper, to play with him a bit, like a particularly large piece of lint stuck to the filter that would be perfect for your belly button (OK I might have taken the air filter metaphor too far).
Creep slides into DMs, gets savage response from her BF
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