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