Twelve. Twelve times you're going to be stroking yourself over the edge to this beautiful body. Twelve times you'll be watching that sperm of yours spray out onto the floor in front of me, gasping for air as you soak me in. Twelve times, you'll almost be a man. Twelve times in twelve months, you'll know a release everyone else is entitled to whenever they damn well please.
Twelve beautiful, pent-up, aching, wanting, needing, terrible wonderful orgasms.