Ahhh... yup today's gonna be a good day, breeze on the nips, wind in mg hair, nothing can stop me! I wrote a special letter to amber I spent all night writing it and I put a lot of effort in it, it said: wanna fuck? I slowly passed her the folded up note in math class. And would you believe this bitch, SHE THREW IT IN THE TRASH!!! Like what the hell, I spent a lot of time on that! After math class I rushed up to her and told her, "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT." She looked at me and you'll never believe wahat she said, "yes." I left school at that very moment. I went to the nearest sex store possible, it was called Nut N Butt pretty nice name if you ask me. Anyways I bought some lotion, lube,
and condoms as fast as I could. When I got home I ran to my computer and got on porn hub as fast as I could. She didn't tell me what Time to come over so I'll probably go over there after I'm done practicing. Ok now that it's night time I think I should probably go over to her house...... I can't believe it..... I forgot to ask where she lives, one sec..... ok now I'm ready. I finnaly arrived at her house I walked around her house to find ambers window. Eventually I found it. I threw a tiny pebble at her window. It cracked holy shit I can't believe I just cracked her window. Amber opened the window like nothing ever happened. "Well don't just stand there" she said through the window. She reached out her hand a surprisingly pulled me through the window. "Did you bring protection?" She said. "OH SHIT I FORGOT THE CONDOMS!" I panicked. "Don't worry this happens all the time" she gladdly pulled out a condom from her dresser "here take this,"she said with a horny smile. She got on her knees and pulled down my pants; this is when I knew it was real
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SquirtingLemons
FanfictionThis story is about a kid in high-school. He meets this girl named amber. All she wants to do is get sum freaky freaky wit Justin but Justin rlly shy and awkward so you can imagine how it was when she pulled down his pants😩🤮🥰💦read it you'll odd...
