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This gif is killing me. So many thoughts. His damn expression is priceless.

- You were getting out of the shower and couldn’t find your towel. Yet, You were sure that you left it on the counter .You got out of the bathroom to find Negan sitting on your bed, waiting for you with your towel in his hands.

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- You fucked up again, you begged Negan to let you go on a run and you almost got yourself and Dwight killed. A few hours after you came back to the compound, Negan asked to see you, alone.
Walking towards his room, you could feel your heart beat harder than ever, hoping that he would not punish you for your stupid mistake. You were standing in front of his door, unable to move. You knew that making him wait would only get him even more angry at you, but you just couldn’t move, your brain unable to send the right orders to your muscles. You heard him move inside the room, walking towards the door. You felt the urge to run away, but it was too late. Negan opened the door slowly, he took his time to check you out from your shaky legs, to your rapid breathing chest, his eyes stopping to meet yours.

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- It was your first night as Negan’s wife. You were so nervous, the man turned you on like no one else ever did before, but you felt like a virgin in front of him. You didn’t have sex since the apocalypse started and you felt like you forgot how it worked. “Are You okay baby?” You nodded “yes, I’m just a little nervous”. You were wearing what he told you was his favorite lingerie, black and lacy panties and bralette. He took your hand in his: “undo my belt doll”.
You took the big metal buckle between your hands, unbuckling It slowly, nervously. He slipped his hands between yours and pushed them gently away with his wrists. “Let me help you gorgeous” You looked at his hands, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. You were hypnotized by the length of his fingers, imagining how they would feel on your skin, in your mouth, inside your wet pussy. Negan lowered his pants to his knees, leaving his boxer on. “See how hard I am for you baby? Take it in your hands.” You slowly brushed your hand along his chest, turning your hand upside down so your fingers were going through his lower belly hair. You finally slipped your fingers inside his boxers, stretching the elastic to make room for your hand. You took his throbbing cock in your hand, lifting your head to see his expression. He was looking at you with so much lust you felt weak in the knees. “That’s It baby, stroke me”.

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I could go on like this forever, this gif is my fucking muse.
Sorry for the poor English.