Everything he did was foreign to me. We never got past a kiss but now he is exploring my body in a way I never thought he would. His lips are so soft, his hands are so firm and the way he uses them on my body is like beautiful torture.
He started kissing my neck slowly like he wanted me to know that this time would be different. It was almost like he wanted me to know that this would be better then all our other failed attempts before. We spoke about what we liked and once I felt his hand slowly travel up my shirt, lightly touching my belly on the way up, I knew what he was planning to do.
I was wearing a vest and shorts, no underwear, so he could of just pulled my vest down. He wanted to excite me, he knows my stomach…
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