I sauntered over to my bureau and opened the top drawer to find some lotion. Porn I shuffled into the laundry room and unpacked the dirty clothes from my purse. My frigged reputation would only grow, and by 15 I had rejected half the sophomore boys (and at least one girl). After spending 4 hours one night sweating through my sheets and hyper ventilating, I was at my breaking point. I reasoned the pleasure had to be some sort of reward for my patience and virtue. I slowly dragged the cock from the depths of my gorge. I gagged slightly, and the slight taste of bile drifted into my mouth. Marco had been a frequent target of my masturbatory fantasies, and the thought of finally meeting him had my skin tingling in anticipation.
