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When his roommate just stood there. Without moving or saying anything to him. He was worried that he might of broken him. He knees were lightly shaking both from nervousness and the fact that he ran on sore legs. Before he knew it. He was shove against a tree and felt his lips pressed again him. Then his hands grabbing onto his wrist. Pinning him against it with no chance to escape. Yet...he didn't want to. No, he was really liking this. His relaxed all of his muscles and pressed his lips more onto his. He was trying to tell himself to stop. But he long for this touch and didn't want to mess it up. Letting out a moan of pleasure.
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