“SHIT!” I gasped. Xxx “Oh, God…” I bit my lip and gripped at the pavement beneath me. I stubbornly slapped it away and shakily stood on my own,
“What are you doing here, Malcolm?” I asked exasperatedly. “Squeeze ’em together,” He instructed. I thrusted my pelvis into his face, responding to his touch better than he could have imagined a virgin like me could do. Gross!” He complained disgustedly. “Yeah you are…” He breathed. “Shit! “Oh, it’s yours anyway, get over it,” I snapped, puling up my shorts. “‘kay,” Malcolm grunted, and without missing a beat, he ripped my shirt from over my head and roughly yanked off my sports bra. I couldn’t help but let a sigh escape from my mouth. I sprinted as fast as I could to catch up with her, keeping up our reputation as bitter rivals.
