Deflowering Her

It was almost the end of winter in Thailand, approaching the end of February. The cool breeze sends subtle chills through their bodies, but the conversation is anything but light.

You don't know what an orgasm is Bec?" asked the older girl. She felt herself flustered as she refused to face her and instead buried herself among the fluffy pillows and suffocating comforter that divided them like a wall on her king-size bed.

That night, the flowers of the flame tree outside her window fell gracefully as the wind swayed the fickle branches. The damp ground awaits to receive every petal.
And that night, her innocence succumbs to receive the same fate. Each moan and shiver lays delicately upon the mercy of the hands of the girl beside her. Her body pleading for it to be claimed, to mark her for the very first time, to taint her soul, to smear malice over her purity, to defile her femininity.

"Freeenn..."

"Shh.. let phi take care of you nong. I'll be gentle, I promise."

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