Young Adults Engage In Intimate Group Activity In A Fitness Setting.

Wasn’t he tired? I tried to fight it, trying to get passed the haze of my vision. The friction hurt as he settled inside of me, beginning to slowly grind absent-mindedly as he watched a show. When I got back home after practice mom was in bed and hot tea sat brewing. I’m sure she knew. I had been so alert moments before. But if you leave me. School and sports was my only escape. “One time with you, and I wont cut you from the team.”
My heart fell into my stomach and I stood to go. “Where are you going looking like that?”
“Who you trying to look pretty for?”
“You look like a cheap whore.”
I’d lay in my room, crying, staring in the mirror at my face, with my swollen dark eyes, my pouty full lips, my long black hair, my body.

Young Adults Engage In Intimate Group Activity In A Fitness Setting.

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