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I walked up to his room panting. Omg I am about to have sex with him! I have to get out of here! Lord please help me. He told me to sit on his bed, and he turned the TV off. He looked at me sizing me up I think. Undressing me with his eyes. I layed back on the bed as I realized I have no idea what the hell i'm doing. This was not fucking fun. He came closer, and he slowly moved on top of me. Omg. What am I supposed to do? He started kissing up my neck, and my body was responding. No, stop please.
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Slutty Rivalries
Teen FictionSex games, Whore rallies, Hoe Hoedown, call it what you may, but we call it the Slut Rivalries. Nothing will stop me from winning. I know how to play this game. I am the game master. If anyone of these girls think they're going to play me they have...
