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He made me beg for it. | A Dissolute Life Means...
The Neighbor lay across my bed, his arm wrapped around me as I splayed my fingers through his silky chest hair. I was relaxed, sleepy, sated from a long weekend of adult frolicking on roller coasters and in our beds. “I want to have sex every day for a week,” he said out of no …