I’d tried to pretend I wasn’t one of them before, it’s not interesting to have the same crush as everyone else. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him to. I respond by feeling the bulge in his pants, attempting to grip him through the fabric and feeling him grow. His hands worked their way through my hair, separating it into two ponytails he held firmly as he used them to guide my head onto his cock, increasing in rhythm until I felt him tense up, his hands clenching my hair. I just wanted to discuss Dracula more.”
He moved closer, grinning. When he did come, I didn’t even hear him approach. But understandably, he never did anything more than cast a lingering glance my way. I wore it under a loose-fitting white sundress, pure and virginal like a gothic heroine, but dark and carnal underneath. At first, I thought I could be subtle.
