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" You are a shy one hmm?", me whispering in his ear while taking a look at his lips from the side.""So ripe.."" I thought.

Silence...
"Don't wanna talk?", I lightly pushed him against the wall while heading to my bed.

And again.... dyo standing few inches in front of my bed making quiet an emotionless eye contact. And acting quiet, while analysing every word leaving my mouth and writing something down on a peace of paper from his nootebook while gently biting his lower lip.

Damn it. ~I would prefer to tear his clothes of now to see if he would then still have this rude expression on his face.

He is not like all the sluts on the roadside I have every day.

This is getting interesting ....