Dimension 20 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Wait, you told him you still have your cherry?” “It’s not a cherry. I’m not a fucking fruit salad,” Magda grimaced. “My ass isn’t a peach and my boobs aren’t melons either.” Dimi giggled at her, “no but mine are.” She wiggled her eyebrows as she grabbed her chest and squeezed it laughing. “I don’t know what precipitated the conversation but at the end of the day, if he’s still calling and texting, maybe it doesn’t matter to him.” “It matters to me. I’m not going to have sex with a guy whose body count quadruples mine just from the last month alone.” She grimaced, “he also runs in the same circles as my parents and he’s too old. His hair is grey for pity’s sake.”