This… this was… I didn’t even know what to make of it. And that was probably because I could barely think. My body betrayed me, and I gave in to the pleasure even though my head was screaming at me to stop, telling me that this was wrong, but I...
This… this was… I didn’t even know what to make of it. And that was probably because I could barely think. My body betrayed me, and I gave in to the pleasure even though my head was screaming at me to stop, telling me that this was wrong, but I...