Some things you just don't tell new boyfriends. Some things you don't even tell best girlfriends. Some things you keep to yourself. She wasn't ashamed, or proud. She wasn't trying to hide, or brag about it. That's the thing when you do something really naughty. It's not one way or another. All good or all bad.
For her, the naughtiest thing she'd done in her life was during spring break. She was really drunk and she took a random guy back to her motel room for a quickie. She knelt on the bed. He didn't even unknot her bikini. He fucked her hard and fast in the ass. She wasn't expecting it, but she hadn't stopped him. It hurt and it felt good. He pulled out and shot his load on her butt. Then he walked out and she never saw him again. It happened so fast, and yet it also felt like the moment was the longest moment of the entire spring break.
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