"I knew I should have NEVER let a
nervous little dweeb like you make out with me. All I had to do was rub
my silky thigh between your legs and YICK. I could feel the loser cream
blubbering thru your geek pants all over my brand new ultra-sheen
stockings. Eew! Ready to be humiliated, mr cream jeans? ..."
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