He shifts, smacking his lips in an almost child-like way as his top leg hooks over me and pulls me closer while he . . . Grinds his massive morning wood into me. Now I really freeze on the spot. A real man is pushing a real boner into me. I’ve thought about this nonstop. What I’d do. How it would feel. I’ve dreamed about this. Being a twenty-two-year-old virgin makes me sound . . . wholesome somehow. Living in my head is a whole different story. Because, yeah, I’m a virgin, but I’m not desperate to hang onto my V-card. In fact, I’d say I’m eager to get rid of it. I mean, have you seen my dildo
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