C87 CHAPTER 86

I traced my fingers to the back of her dress and unhooked the zipper while she looked at my feet. Whenever we had sex, I was always reminded of the first time I had deflowered her. The shyness in her eyes and cute naivete. The way she had always avoided my eyes as she does every time. It was my first time deflowering a girl and the experience was...beautiful.

With the zipper let loose