He shook his head. The pure brown of his eyes like chocolate, the look in them already a little unfocused, when all I'd done was lay my cheek against his thigh and breathed out along his testicles. Sex was evil, men that wanted to touch you were evil, your body was dirty. Malcolm's rich voice filled the room.
He nodded. It was a girl's jacket, not a man's, and there just wasn't enough material to treat it that roughly. He loves you, and thought you loved him, and when people love each other, they tend to want to get married. My body felt as if when he brought me, all the fluids in my body would fly, and not just the ones we wanted.
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