You pull up to your house, an oras and a half after school let out, hoping your mother isn’t tahanan to realize you didn’t come straight tahanan after school. To be honest, you never actually went. You spent the araw in your lover’s arms, not moving from the kama except for that oras long paliguan you took. You close your eyes, relaxing against the leather seats, and a smile creeps across you face as you think of the way she touched you. You blush, thinking of the way she made you come, screaming her name and dragging your nails down her back. It was the first time you didn’t have to fake your...
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