Please Dont Stop

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"Y-Yeah..." I said with a forced smile on my face. Bro took me off his lap and laid me on his bed. Bro took off his shirt and said "Ya know your tongue piercing makes kissing a whole lot better." I blushed a light shade of red and covered my face. Bro then got on top of me and locked his fingers with mine. My God I love this...this is wrong...so wrong. Bro kissed me roughly and asked me if I loved him. "Yes." I said in a shaky voice. Holy shit hes so fucking drunk. I love it. Bro unbuckled his belt and started to kiss and bite my neck and shoulders. I let out shaky moans with each bite. I bet Bro is just getting a kick outta this. I love it though. Fuck, please don't stop. "B-Bro stop please." I say in a shaky voice. I can feel myself getting harder by the minute. He needs to stop. Bro ignores what I say and unbuckles my belt. Ugh one part of me wants to kick him in the face and tell him to stop. On the other hand another part of me wants him to never stop. Bro just keeps stripping me down of my clothes. He stops when my boxers are the only thing left. Bro then gets up and starts striping down his clothes until he's only in boxers. Well there's no hiding my boner now, huh? Now he's just teasing me with his body. Ugh. Bro gets back on top of me and licks his lips like a bloodthirsty savage. God I don't what his thinking that makes everything scarier. Bro roughly 'frenched' kissed me. Since when did he know French. ((I had to I'm sorry)) I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged on his hair as he kissed me. Bro moaned slightly in the kiss so, I kept on tugging his hair every now and then. The sound of him moaning is like music to my ears. I love it so much. I never want him to stop. When Bro pulled away he bit my lip and dragged it out. "Don't stop please..." I begged softly. Bro smirked and said "Now you dont want me to stop? Make up your mind already~". Wow I should get Bro drunk more often. Drinking with someone else is way more fun than drinking alone. Bro trailed one of his hands from thigh to my crotch.

((REEEEEE CLIFF HANGER))

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