Andrew I slipped out of her, breathing roughly as exhaustion washed over me. We’ve been going at it for hours since the night before. “You’re so good. Why didn’t I ever think of having a taste of you?” she asked breathily, panting profusely from our crazy action. “Well, you’ve always seen me as a little boy, when we’re the same age,” I replied impassively from where I lay facing the ceiling, with my palm as a cushion for my head. “I’m older than you, Andrew,” she said, raising one eyebrow at me. “With just a few months,” I replied. “With 6 months, man. Besides, you acted like a kid back then. Throwing tantrums all over the place. Vincent, that time, was wiser and manlier. I couldn’t help falling for him,” she said, matching my position while staring dreamily as if reminiscing the moments with Vincent. “And here we are, banging each other,” I sneered. “What else can I do? He wouldn’t stop thinking about that bitch,” she scorned. “What bitch. Vincent is like a brick. Since you,
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