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I liked it, about last night.
I like grasping on to something that isn't mine.
I like the taste of owning something, the taste of stealing men, and the taste of semen.
I liked playing games.
I liked it as I walked down the hallway. Turning a corner, I stopped to watch the new act.
They're whispering in a huddle again, while giving me a deadly glance.
Those bitches always act like I can't hear.
It satisfied me that they seem to have a very important conversation about the fact that I had sex with one of their boyfriends last night.
It was no big deal. He was the one who took his shirt off first anyways.
I smirked to myself as I walked away, I liked it.
I liked it even more when he stammered as I approached.
He was sweating, and trying to avoid eye contact. I want it even more when my prey are nervous, it's cute. I couldn't stand it anymore.
I held on to his neck, like last night. Luring him in and our tongues twisted again. I took in a deep breath of his scent, and licked his bopping Adam's apple.
He didn't refuse, he actually enjoyed it. Like last night.
I gave him a seducing glance. It was a permission.
One of his hands wrapped around my waist, while the other automatically pulled up a corner of my mini-skirt and gently stroke the inner part of my thigh.
His fingers teased my already wet lower body, sticking two fingers into the hole.
I wasn't wearing panties.
I moaned happily in his ear while bending and unbending my knees to soak my juice on his pants.
His thing stood up.
It was a long kiss, I could feel the people watching as they passed, but I didn't care.
Because I liked it.
My body trembled in excitement after we parted. I could feel my nipples getting hard, and I could feel his thing was about to burst.
I told him to meet me at the bar after school.
His eyes begged me to go with him to the bathroom, but I only gave it a naughty pinch before flipping my hair and turning away.
Juice was sliding down my thighs. I ran my tongue over the upper part of my teeth and bit down hardly to stop it from tingling.
How much I wanted to suck on that cock.
Turning a corner, his girlfriend was watching. She was furious, and was heartbroken.
I could tell, and I liked it.
I turned my heels and sashayed away. From a distance, I could hear him talking to his girlfriend.
He said that he was very sorry. Ironically, the tent between his thighs haven't deflated yet.
I walked into homeroom, sat down in the center, and scooped up my juice that was overflowing down my knees.
I licked my fingers, it tasted like the sea. That's why all the boys love me.
From the corner from my eyes, I could see the other classmates watching.
I opened my legs wider, showing my naked vagina.
They scooted closer to me, and I dipped my fingers with my own juice again.
I licked them slowly, from the bottom to the top. Some of them gulped. How they wished me to suck for them.
I smirked and closed my legs with a snap. My classmates turned away, their face now red with embarrassment.
I laughed as I changed my seat to the very corner of the class.
I thought of him, and her, and masturbated.
I couldn't help it.
I'm a teenager. I'm sick.