Jackson, the boy really doesn't have smooth moves I mean yeah he can get your panties wet but everything that came out of his mouth was dirty and honestly I loved it, "Holly, you come and see me in the middle of the night to choke on anything but my co** with your fist, and Ana won't be the only one screaming." I mean the boy just has no damn boundaries, "am I missing something, darlin'? Did you fake the three orgasms you just had, 'cause you and I may fake our way through a lot of sh**, but I'm pretty sure you aren't that good at pretending?" The boy is just plain vulgar, "This doesn't have to be weird. How many times we ridden the pony now? You and I make sense, because we're not attached to one another. We can eff, and still keep all that romantic bullsh** separate." But his thoughts are the sh**, "eff me. Now I'm gonna be sharing a tent with a pi**ed-off pregnant woman. A pi**ed-off pregnant woman I wanna eff so badly my balls are turning blue just thinking about it. Effing awesome." And he always likes to point out the obvious especially when it comes to his johnson, "mornin'," Jackson whispers in my ear. He runs his hand over my hip, and down between my legs. "I have morning wood."
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