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Zack Fuck. Me. I was f****d, for sure. Screwed. Whipped. Intoxicated by her kisses. Lily’s shy and amateur kiss but damn me, my c**k twitched uncontrollably like I was a f*****g teenage boy. I could hear the fucker screaming let me have that virgin p***y. Was this even normal? Feeling like I was drunk only by a kiss? By her kisses? By the girl I loved. Loved? Was that it? I loved her? Lily Campbell? The nerdy and plain girl everyone claimed her to be yet to me, she was the most gorgeous girl I’d ever met. Beautiful inside out. Among thousands of ladies out there, I found her. I never wanted to talk to her at the library that day. I’d heard about her from my junior about her existence. I thought I was just going to watch her from afar. Until a mere watching wasn’t enough anymore. And