Damsels aren't objects!
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"I can't believe I let my bf converse me into having fuck-a-thon with him. It all embarked so harmlessly. He came up to my guest room to fetch me for a phat gang tryst with some of our buddies. He was a lil early, but I never suspected that he was planning all along to have fuck-fest with me. I attempted to shake out of it. I told him we should get going or we'd be late, and I attempted to remind him that it's a highly serious transgression to have fuck-fest before marriage. But nothing I said had any effect on him. He knew what he desired and he was decided to get it. And anyway, I desired it to. After all these months of smooching and groping while making sure things don't get out of palm, I desired to know what lovemaking senses like just as much as him. And so when he pulled down my garbs and put his throat on my raw twat, I didn't stand against. When he dropped his trousers and shoved me to my knees, I didn't fight back. When he put my on my back and glided his prick in, I didn't stand against. It sensed unbelievable, and I've never liked him more than I did when he ultimately shot his jizm all over my stomach. But now I sense so guilty. I know I should confess what I've done, but I'm afraid. And to top it all off, President Oaks has asked me to meet with him. I've always been funked by President Oaks. He's so stern, and so wonderful, and I entirely respect his priesthood authority. I attempted not to pervert out. It's most likely a coincidence, I thought. He couldn't possibly know that I had violated the law of virginity. But as shortly as I ambled into his office, there was my bf! Does President Oaks know what we did?"
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