By the time I had positioned myself in front of her, Molly was looking at my cock in anticipation and biting her lower lip. Anal porn In amongst her slight moans, Molly cleared her throat, almost nervously. I really don’t like myself. But I don’t mind doing this with you. “Nah.”
“Do you think that’s coincidence or due to personal choices?”
“Honestly, could be either.” I replied. I could figure out that Molly wasn’t the most vocal during sex, so any time I got her to say my name, to show both her and myself that the thoughts of me had invaded her mind enough to get them to spill out of her mouth, it meant she was mine. It would hurt too much. I understand you think being around each other helps, but sometimes people change and sometimes the best of friends can be unhealthy for each other at a certain point in their lives. Not Molly. You’re kinda scummy, and not a good friend. “No. I promise. A lot less.”
“Then what’s even the point of sex for you?” she asked. That way, when they dick you over, it won’t hurt
