Ты pull up to your house, an час and a half after school let out, hoping your mother isn’t Главная to realize Ты didn’t come straight Главная after school. To be honest, Ты never actually went. Ты spent the день in your lover’s arms, not moving from the постель, кровати except for that час long душ Ты took. Ты close your eyes, relaxing against the leather seats, and a smile creeps across Ты face as Ты think of the way she touched you. Ты blush, thinking of the way she made Ты come, screaming her name and dragging your nails down her back. It was the first time Ты didn’t have to fake your...