Possessive 1
"No, no, no. That wouldn't be right would it."
She holds your cheek in one of her hands as she pushes down on your shoulder to stand up before you. You stare up at her, still trembling. You don't know where to look but she holds your cheek, not letting you look away.
"I wouldn't dream of taking your virginity away from you. What would that make me? Some kind of greedy slut? You don't want me to be a slut do you? You don't want to lose your virginity to a slut. No, no no, I like you just like this, just the way you are. Sweet, cute and chaste."
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"There are other things we can do though." She says.
She pushes her breasts down towards you. "My sweet, sweet boy. You really like these tits don't you. Rub yourself some more and tell me you like my tits."