[ He really isn't good at feelings, and he really, really isn't good at rolling with the punches when there's something this left field thrown in his face. The boy is pulled forward, and even if he does end up bumping his head a little on the wall behind her, he shifts his hands to wrap around her neck.
And he kisses her, therefore silencing her as she builds up to her own orgasm. Come on, cum for him. He can feel some pride to have her do it before him even if it's not... really... his doing ]
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And he kisses her, therefore silencing her as she builds up to her own orgasm. Come on, cum for him. He can feel some pride to have her do it before him even if it's not... really... his doing ]