(MARI VAZQUES)
Leading me down the stairs to Lason's room, I can feel our heartbeats race, almost like drums. He unlocked the door with no hesitation, and as we walked inside he pushed me on his bed. I ripped off his shirt with him on top of me. Lason presumed to take off every piece of my clothing I had on. His kisses trace every part of my body along with his hands. Lason unbuckled his belt to proceed on removing his pants. I knew what was about to happen next, my heart began to race not out of fear, but out of excitement. As I felt him slowly creep up inside me, I knew I couldn't hold my enjoyment in much longer.
With every move I begged him to move quicker and pleaded for him to be a little less gentle with me. I wanted it rougher, and more painful. I wanted my tears of pleasure to fill the atmosphere of this room. I wanted this steamy passion to consume every inch of my body till I could feel no hurt.
