I stood at his grave. The people had finally cleared out. Now it was only me and him. I bit my lip, there would be no lebih tears. He didn’t want that. I sat down, and went into the depths of my mind.
I still remember the last ciuman we shared. We had been in the forest on the far side of town. He pinned me against a tree, and crashed his lips to mine. Our lips moved so perfectly together. My tongue flicked out and ran along his bottom lip. His mouth dropped open and I eagerly entered.
He had been the dominate one in the relationship, no pertanyaan about it. But sometimes, he liked to see me take...
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