Du pull up to your house, an Stunde and a half after school let out, hoping your mother isn’t Home to realize Du didn’t come straight Home after school. To be honest, Du never actually went. Du spent the Tag in your lover’s arms, not moving from the bett except for that Stunde long dusche Du took. Du close your eyes, relaxing against the leather seats, and a smile creeps across Du face as Du think of the way she touched you. Du blush, thinking of the way she made Du come, screaming her name and dragging your nails down her back. It was the first time Du didn’t have to fake your...
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