The First Lover

The First Lover

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'I THOUGHT YOU ARE DIFFERENT HARRY' I said furiously as I pace around the living room. 'I'm sorry Sandra I-' Harry said but I cut him off by saying, 'APOLOGIZING TO ME WON'T REVERSE ANYTHING HAZZ' I looked at him in the eye. And asked him 'Do you even love me? Or what..? ' He was about to say something when he just looked down. ' Just leave.. Please' I said as salty tears are forming in my eye. He stood up and I walked to him, I hugged him one last time and whispered to his ears, 'I thought you were my first lover.. '
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I anxiously staring at him, waiting for him to laugh and tell me it's a joke, a really bad fucking joke. He's in front of me in a blink of an eye and picks me up. My legs wrap around his back as he holds my thighs firm. My back presses against the wall as he pushes us against it. His breath intertwining with mine. He presses his lips to mine and I can tastes the wine he must have had before coming to see me. His grip on my thighs tighten and he pushes himself harder against me. I gasp as the feeling of him between my legs ignites. "Harry," I breathlessly pant trying to pull myself away. "I haven't done any of my moves and you're already screaming my name."

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