Novel & Cerita Trevor And The Virgin 2

“You're wrong about me, maybe you're used to having as many women as you want, but there are also women who look at those things and I think that's why I'm still a Virgin, for waiting for the man who wants to be with a woman like me, full of flaws. "America, at first I thought it was your joke, but are you really a Virgin?" She approached me seductively. “That's right, if you think I'm good, and if not, I don't have to lie, besides that man will realize that I'm not lying when he gives me completely. "I think you're missing out on something good." He reached his hand down there, instantly massaging it. What happens? I looked quickly elsewhere, sometimes Dalton acted in a daring way.

I didn’t want to. His bedroom door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly I was on his bed, beneath him, hair fanned out across the pillows. He paused, forehead resting against mine. “I need to ask you something,” he whispered. “Okay.” “Are you sure?” I looked up at him. “I’m a virgin,” I said. “But I’m not afraid of you.” His hands shook slightly as he touched my cheek. “You don’t have to prove anything.” “I’m not trying to,” I whispered. “I just… want you. Not because of the contract. Not because of the baby. Just you.”

He said in between laughs "There are no fucking virgins Max. That shit is old." "I'm telling you that she could be a virgin." Andre shook his head "Not a chance Max!" "How about I have a taste to confirm?" Max insisted and Andre's face flares up in anger. "Cool down big guy. You don't do nuns and you hate virgins so how about I take that problem off your hands." Max offered with a wide grin on his face. "No!" Andre replied sharply. "Come on dude. Don't go all greedy on me now. You don't even want the bitch."

With one heavy, unrelenting thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Victor screamed. It wasn't a sound of pleasure. It was the sound of something breaking. He stiffened, his fingers clawing at the wallpaper as a sharp, tearing pain radiated through his lower half. "What the fuck?" Mateo stopped, his muscles locking as he felt the resistance, the sudden warmth of blood slicking his thighs. He pulled back just enough to see. Victor was gasping, his face pale, eyes blown wide with shock. "You're... you're a virgin?" Mateo’s voice was barely a whisper, thick with a mix of horror and something much darker.

Playing the virgin so perfectly. "Have you ever. Has anyone ever. Touched you here?" "No. Never." "Do you touch yourself? When you're alone?" Blush. Real or acted. Hard to tell. "Sometimes. Yes." "Show me. Show me how you touch yourself." Her hand moved. Tentative. To her center. Fingers sliding through wetness. "Like this," she whispered. "Good. That's. That's perfect. Now. I'm going to. I'm going to use my mouth. To make you feel good. Okay?"

He cursed and whipped her again. "Please! Have mercy Lord Zach I didn't mean to do it.." she cried out he held her in place making it impossible for her to move.. "Mercy? You want me to have mercy? Okay then let me show you what it means to have mercy." He ripped off her panties aggressively making her yell again because she already knew what was waiting for her.. "Please don't do this to me Please!" She pleaded.. She might be experienced in everything about the sex life but that doesn't mean she wasn't a virgin...

Slowly, with her limbs trembling as though she carried a mountain on her shoulders, she dragged herself toward the bed. She sank onto the edge, curling into herself like a wounded bird too frail to spread its wings. The mattress dipped beneath her, yet even its softness could not cradle her pain. Her tears spilled in quiet streams, warm against her cold cheeks, soaking into the sheets as her hands clutched them tight. She held on as if gripping fabric could steady the storm crashing inside her chest. Every word Damian had spoken replayed in her mind, merciless and sharp. “Virginity can be faked”.

As hard as she tried to keep a steady voice, she couldn’t stop the trembling when she asked, “What are you three doing here? Did Jax send you for me? Is everything alright?” “We had a little time on our hands so we decided to pay our resident lesbian a visit,” Trevor said in a taunting tone as his two companions snickered. “I’m not a lesbian and you know it, Trevor. You’re just being an ass.” She knew that she was pushing things when she said, “I’m still a virgin because there’s not a one of you I’d have the stomach to lay with, but you know that too,” as she turned to move closer to the fire, but she was angry and couldn’t help herself. She felt threatened by their untimely appearance

The important thing is for me to reduce the pain that I'm currently feeling. She regrets her craziness and doesn't know how to deal with Trevor. For sure, she’s going to look miserable again in front of him. "It's already gone! My virginity has gone! I've kept that for over two decades." she continued to scream, causing Trevor to finally awake. "Hey! Brat! What the hell is going on?" that's Trevor's voice, followed by a series of knocks on the bathroom door. She didn't respond. She just kept crying while she was still standing in front of the shower.

For the rest of the year, he had to get pussy from the bars far away from campus thanks to her. His second virgin he had deflowered by request. His parents and her parents had been friends. He had been twenty-two at the time. She had been twenty. She hadn’t been much in the looks department, but she had a nice personality. Because of her looks she always got passed over for the prettier girls. During her summer vacation from college, she had called him up to meet her at a hotel. Trevor had thought she was in trouble so he met her there. He had been shocked when she had said she was virgin and she couldn’t get a boyfriend to save her life. Then she had asked Trevor to take her virginity. Aft