![]() ![]() “Tonight wouldn’t, like, get you killed by Kovalev or anything. ![]() “Because I’m taboo?” I frowned as a thought struck me. Sevastyan said, “This was an indiscretion that must never be repeated.” Insight: if a guy I had sex with ever carved a notch into his bedpost, I’d tell him to carve one into mine too-and then to go make me a f**king sammich. My entire mind-set about the deed was evolving. Pleasure to boggle my brain and memories to last my lifetime. ![]() Now I comprehended that with a man like Sevastyan, I’d be gaining something. ![]() I’d always thought that when I lost my virginity, I would be ceding something. He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees. The ocean! My vacation was off to a promising start. Out the window, I spied a glorious sight. I was beginning to think I was a born fellatrix. What we did was amazing.” In this bed, my dream man had just rocked my world, making me come harder than ever before-three times-and my blow job hadn’t been too shabby either. To remind him of the br**sts he’d just sucked and the ni**les he wanted to pierce. “So is this the part where you get mad and tell me to cover myself?” For good measure, I let the sheet drop as I stretched my arms above my head. The worse he appeared to feel about this, the more comfortable I grew. ![]()
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