I was on the far side of the broken bed, and Nathaniel was with me. It'll probably be okay. I fought not to look at Jean-Claude. He was bigger, thicker, more, and all those extra bits were plunging inside me.
I wasn't tight anymore, I was wet and loose, and it didn't matter. Yes, she did smoke, but she told one of the other girls she was going outside for a breath of fresh air. I had to not look, because the craving was still there. I just blinked at her and had a slight smile on my face.
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