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Sweet November
0 ReviewsA teenagers first time.
He lead me to his bed
What should I have expected
Did he want me to give him head?
What did he want?
Did he really want me?
When it happened I felt so free
"Just relax" is what he said
Then he layed me on his bed
It happened on that day in sweet November
I embraced his body in sexual splender
It was a belated birthday gift to him
I catered to his every whim
He took my virginity
His soul then belonged to me
On that day in sweet November
What should I have expected
Did he want me to give him head?
What did he want?
Did he really want me?
When it happened I felt so free
"Just relax" is what he said
Then he layed me on his bed
It happened on that day in sweet November
I embraced his body in sexual splender
It was a belated birthday gift to him
I catered to his every whim
He took my virginity
His soul then belonged to me
On that day in sweet November
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