My cock is stiff in his hands. Evan can feel it pulsing. The shiny pink head peeps through his fist, like a new-born baby trying to get free of its mother's cunt. Evan kisses my ear and whispers,
"Look at yourself, Kent. See my hand on your dick. How does it feel? Does it feel nice and dirty? Like we shouldn't be doing it?"
Hi, I hope you’re doing well. I’m just a student with a deep passion for writing and story telling, with a dream to make something of it. It’s hard to afford even the basics—books, tools,or opportunities to learn and grow my writing—but I don’t want to give up on what I love. I'm working hard to Balance both my education and my love for writing. Things are a bit challenging right now, and any support would mean the world to me. ❤️ I’m reaching out with hope, asking for a little help to keep this dream alive. Even the smallest support would mean everything to me. Even If you can’t contribute, offering a tip or a constructive criticism would mean so much, so that I can improve my writing. It's not about money, it's about believing in my journey. Thank you for taking the time to read this—I truly appreciate it. ❤️
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