Page 34 of Princessa

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When his mouth reached my panties, I swear the sequestered life I’d lived before then, flashed before my eyes.

“Bella, you’re so fucking wet for me.” Grayson slid the front of my lacy thong to the side, his warm breath an icy-hot contrast to my sexual heat.

Girl, you better tell him…tell him before it’s too late.

Ugh. Santana. Forever the grinch.

Still, the party-crasher was right.

Ihadto tell him.

“Grayson…please…wait,” I breathed out, as his mouth grazed my sex. “I-I’m a virgin.”

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