But that doesn’t explain the beating of my heart. Or the throbbing between my legs. Or the way my fist loosens, and my fingers spread out on his chest, pressing against his firm muscles. I’ve never had such an overwhelming urge to touch someone before. I know this is wrong; I should be thinking about Leonid. But no matter how hard I try, I ‘m not able to conjure his image in my head.
Machel almost kissed me.
What if I've completely misunderstood everything? It's possible that he was simply going to hold me and never really kiss me because he felt sorry for the poor young girl with low self-esteem and little breasts. I bow my head in shame and feel even more dumb.
However, I suddenly realize it.
A very tough p***s could be felt straining against the constraints of his clothes in that ar
