Then he moves again. Putting pressure on my thighs, he slides me down the counter until my ass almost hangs over the edge. He hitches up my calves around his waist and my ankles cross at the small of his back, just over his tight butt. I thought his thumbs were driving me insane but the scratch of his jeans along my thighs turns every breath into something… erotic. Before I can dwell on that, Zach grabs my face. His hands are so large that they span my entire cheek, going up to my messy hair. “So, if I shove your panties aside and stick my finger inside you, I won’t find that tiny little piece
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The hymen doesn’t prove anything. Some women are born without one and some lose it playing sports and such.
