They were at a party. Sex Landon didn’t have the chance, because he had arrived “fashionably late” a few moments earlier. Max’s back arched, making their bodies press closer together, as Landon explored her breasts. Max blushed and agreed, knowing it wouldn’t be Candy Land, and followed him upstairs. Her eyelashes were thick and dark, and her lips were full and a misty rose color. He was the badass badboy hottie in a band. They weren’t big, he would guess a small B, but they were satisfying. He was a brunette with mesmerizing emerald eyes and incredibly attractive lips. “Everyone knows that chick is a virgin,” one of them had said. His lips formed a surprised and delighted smile, and he gently tossed Max onto the bed and covered her tiny body with his. He was muscular, without being to muscular, and had a light tan. The skin there was so smooth and delicious. They weren’t big, he would guess a small B, but they were satisfying. But he wasn’t complaining. “It’ll look even better on the floor,” she whispered in his ear.
