CALVIN'S POINT OF VIEW
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I’m harder than a rock, I can feel the precum wetting my boxers, and God knows that I’m fighting with myself not to kiss and let my P.A. suck me.
I’m commanding my legs to go, get out of this office and leave the building without looking back, leave the f*****g country if I have to, but they won’t move.
" I have a question. " Oh, God ... my d**k will be the death of me. Because those words were said by my stupid d**k, not my brain.
" Ask. " He says and looks at me, or better yet, looks at my lips while he licks his full, plump lips, thinking of God knows what. Well, I do have an idea, but I ... Oh, f**k!
" If I would kiss you and it would turn out that I don’t like it, would you quit? " I try to put it as nicely
