I Need Your d**k, Noah.. f**k Me!.
Noah's POV.
With my eyes blinking slowly, and heavy breaths escaping my lips, I just craved for one thing, "Hot sexy memory, hot ,mad f**k with a wet p***y!".
Laying on my bed with my left hand placed right beneath my head, and my eyes fixed persistently on the ceiling in my room, I felt a wave of regret and guilt wash over me as nothing else lingered in my mind other than the thought of Britney, my ex-girlfriend.
"I am not and will never be your playtoy! Don't call me that!"
Her voice still boomed in my ears like a piercing dagger sent towards my chest to kill me instantly.
Britney meant alot to me but who was I to prove such assertions? I would just end up feeling like a fool.
The memories of how weak she was back then, how vulnerable and how hel
