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“Is it your goal to drive me insane?”

I twitch oal but possibly…” I pull my lips to the side and tilt my head, “…a side effect?”

He closes his eyes on a heavy breath, his fingers wars multiplies

“You are like a ripe cherry, ready to be picked, little girl”

A chill travels over e name There’s no way he could know, or could he? I wear a pink wig, e look couldn’t be y, drab, masculine wardrobe

“Maybe,” I e as he pulls his hand froh the center ofa trail of desperation behind

“Maybe you’re a cherry or maybe you’re a cherry ready to be picked? Which is it?”

I push up onforward so my lips are just under his and answer: “Both”

HisHis tongue is insideaway boys and men alike nowswirls inside me

His body feels like it grows, thickening everywhere as the kiss hardens, fucking h between rowl The pressureback and forth as I soak the smooth fabric of his pants

I have no idea what this man I barely know has done to me, but I don’t want it to stop

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Roan

Any control I thought I had when I walked into the bedrooles by a precarious thread