Bertie was still not sure who started their first time a few years back. They had looked at each other after a night of drinking and slowly moved closer until they were kissing soft and sloppy. They opened their mouths more, roamed their hands, laid themselves upon the bed. Bertie had felt the blood rush between his legs, and just as it began to ache, Gert indulged him. He had slipped Bertie’s braces off his shoulders, a tug on the front of his trousers as he slipped his hand through. Bertie breathed against his mouth as Gert began to tease him with his juices. He felt himself slowly get
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