Exploring Self-pleasure In The Privacy Of Your Own Space

After ten minutes of me vigorously riding him, us both groaning with pleasure he slipped me over onto my back. Zac and I had been talking daily now, getting closer than ever. Apparently she wouldn’t drop the whole situation. “Oh my god Dean I love that shirt” Sarah beamed as she opened the door. “I’ll be honest, I really don’t like what they talk about when they’re together.” I muttered, lighting my own smoke. “Fuck I hate it when they hang out” Zack groaned as he lit his smoke. “I know right. Sarah got more and more comfortable, laying back and parting her legs, not leaving much to the imagination in her shorts. Where it began
I’d just turned nineteen, I was still best friends with Jess and I visited her frequently although Zac had moved back in with his dad.