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Oh no.

Fuck.

I was so screwed.

Fuck.

If I hadn’t already been obsessed with the girl standing—kneeling—in front of me, her sweet demand would’ve dragged me under. I would teach her to be my good girl in the bedroom. I wanted to show her how to please me, but more so, I wanted to make her feel good.

I wanted to taste her, touch her, and lick every part of her body. I wanted to fuck her ruthlessly and without abandon in every position known to humankind.

But I would take it slow with her. She was different. I could feel it.

Or at least, I wanted it to be different.