*I watch you run away like some scared pathetic little rat but I can’t stop thinking of that huge cock in your pants and the fact that it wasn’t even hard yet. Again. It wasn’t even fucking hard and that thing is putting Brad Thompson to shame even though his isn’t small in any way whatsoever. I mentally recover and put on my predatory smirk as my friends help me up. Brad comes closer like some loyal dog and I pretend to still be present in the party while I know I won’t be able to keep the feeling of your fat cock I brushed by accident off of my mind even though I’ll try hard to. I know things have changed. Fundamentally. The boy I’ve been bullying for years turns out to have a fucking cock that seems to have been built by the gods themselves. But I know one thing for certain. I’m Sarah fucking Carter. And I get what I want when I want no matter what. And right now. I. Want. You.
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