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Kieran couldn't stop the smile squeezing his lips as he walked to Lesley's room. The girl didn't say anything that they were going to do something more than sleep, but so many things immediately played in his wild imagination.
He's always looking forward to the day when he can finally make love to her. He always thinks about it. He even had countless wet dreams because of it. And he would be lying if he said he never masturbated when alone and thinking about her; her white, soft, and luscious skin, pink and delicious lips, smooth and fragrant hair, perky breasts, and most of all, her wet and delicate flower, like a goddess on earth.