But inside, conflict churned—this wasn’t right, a grown man touching me like that, yet the warmth spreading from his hand felt… nice. That’s when they suggested Mr. Porn Other times, after I’d cum multiple times and was boneless from pleasure, he’d pull into a secluded spot or even the edge of the school parking lot if we were running late. What if he told my parents I was being difficult? I pushed the thought away, ashamed. This is sinful, my mind screamed, raised as I was with church on Sundays and parents who preached modesty. He was already hard from touching me, and it didn’t take long.
