In a daze, I re-marked the message unread, covered my tracks, and put the laptop back. Pornhub I never meant to make you cry. He eventually relaxed and his thumb began stroking my back in small caresses. Oh God please, I’m so sorry, but I have to. The pressure decreasing, the contact breaking. Sniffle and make my lip quiver. >I walk by her room and the door is open, and there she is asleep on top
>of her covers, nothing on under that shirt, legs slightly spread, looking so
>goddamn fuckable. I still wanted him, still wanted what I’d always wanted with him, but the need was much deeper than mere physical urges.
