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Our bodies were streaked with cum, glistening in the dim light, the air thick with the musky, primal scent of our release, heavy and intoxicating, like the room itself was saturated with our passion. Sex video “Liam’s picking on Coben, sir.”
Mr. When I found it, brushing against his prostate, he arched off the bed, a cry tearing from his throat. “Most people, probably. “Don’t stop… please.”
He didn’t. We headed out, but as we passed the lockers, Liam was there, leaning against the chipped metal like he owned the place. “Goth poof. Bullying’s a load of bollocks,” I replied, trying to sound casual. Fuck! His hands roamed my back, nails scratching lightly, sending additional sparks through me. “I’m sorry…” I managed, my voice cracking, my eyes locked on his, wide and vulnerable, begging

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