Recent Blog: BIG COCK TEEN ADDICTION BIGCOCKTEENADDICTION.COM didn't move to remove his hands, and he wasn't to quick to do it. While this was happening, my mind was racing. Was this all part of the game we played? Was it more then that now? While I was asking myself these questions I didn't notice Ryan's hands unbuttoning the buttons down the front of my shirt. In a matter of minutes he had unbuttoned my shirt entirely. The only thing keeping my breasts from sight was my demi-cup white lace bra. As his hands went to cover my breasts again, I heard him tell me he liked the virginal look. His hands, slightly calloused hands, lightly rubbed against my exposed cleavage. My breathing was speeding up, and all I could think was that if he took his hands away, I was going to die. His hands were making to remove my bra when headlights illuminated the car's interior. Ryan pulled away, muttering a few curses as he pulled the front of my shirt together, concealing what I had been offering him moments before from the passing motorists.
The spell was broken, and I was sad to see it go. I quickly rebuttoned my shirt, thanked him for the ride, and got out of the car before he could apologize, which I was sure he was going to do. I didn't want him apologizing for anything. In fact all I had wanted him to do was to keep making me feel as good as he had been. I let myself into the building and up to my apartment. Once I had the front door closed and locked, I took a deep breath. I still wasn't too sure what that whole thing in the car had meant, but I wasn't going to be able to think about anything else for a long time.
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