He would never hurt me. But that’s why he needs a friend like me. And if this is what it takes for that healing to take place, then I’m more than willing to accommodate. What did I do? No, it’s just my imagination. What are friends for?”
“Alright. He lets out a light gasp from my touch and movements, not helping me at all. He then lets out a loud groan, squeezing my butt and shooting his load inside of me. He must’ve been crying up a storm and just needed a moment to fix himself. It would just make things awkward between us. He’s so hard. Talking to him is pointless. I knew you were a great reliable friend.”
Yay, I’m reliable. It gets hard sometimes.”
Damn, now I just feel bad. They aren’t that good at the games they play and they’re so supportive if you mess up, it’s so easy to make them laugh, they’re so modern that they pick places with automatic doors, they’ll give you cute nicknames like “little sis” and “baby girl”, and if you’re lucky, their preferred type could share some qualities with you.
