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Let it be revenge.
True, this guy has nothing to do with my yesterday’s adventure.
But how he wants! He wants it himself! What is there to do? I remembered how my rapist first kissed his neck.
I, too, crouched, touched my lips to my neck.
What an unusual feeling! What a thin neck! Tanned skin.
Smell of freshness.
I was taken aback by my own feelings.
How so! I like! I like kissing this neck! But this is the other guy’s neck! Not girls! Boyfriend I recoiled, catching my breath.
And right there he saw a youngster member jumping from excitement.
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I felt like some string was stretched in me, stretched from tenderness and passion that I myself experienced.
I kissed the hair on the nape of the guy, the fluffy, shampoo-smelling hair, kissed the soft skin of the neck and was shivering with desire.
I could not hold back anymore.
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I hesitantly touched her.
Then again.
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