My First Time Deflowering My Best Friend’s Ass: A Sweaty September ’88
September 1988. Jérôme’s childhood bedroom. Hot, stuffy air clings to us. He’s on his stomach, big ass cheeks spread wide. His lightly hairy hole winks, dark and pulsing. He dips a spit-wet finger inside, sighing soft. ‘You wanna take me? Wanna fuck me?’ My heart hammers. Cock throbs, iron-hard. Those yellow Burlington socks still on…