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Abigail was obviously a little intoxicated, and he held Ryan's hand dishonestly, stroking the half-soft penis until it became completely hard, and licked Ryan's chest and murmured:

"I have my own doubts about whether I am gay or not. I want to know what kind of pervert I am."

"As for women, I just wanted to satisfy my mother at first. Later, other lesbians pursued me but they were too ordinary and I was not interested. But after seeing Yana and the others, I felt a little tempted."

"For men, they might know that my mother is a lesbian. I carefully observed her daily life."

"I live a normal life and maintain proper courtesy, but I stay away from any man who comes into contact with me, and I directly and coldly reject any advances from anyone."

"At that time, I wanted to be a lesbian so that I could please my mother sincerely, so I kept imitating everything she did."

"It was the same when I was in college. When I started military training, there were a lot of people chasing after me. I was so annoyed that I took the initiative to say that I was a lesbian."

"No one believed me at first. Many rich and handsome men chased me. I was very confused and took advantage of girls in the women's bathhouse. Gradually, my reputation spread."

Abigail chuckled and said, "The most successful time was when I was in my sophomore year. I blocked a particularly gossipy little mistress in the bathroom cubicle of the women's bathhouse."

"Press her against the wall, cover her mouth with one hand and play with her pussy with the other hand, and restrain her to lick her nipples."

"She was crying out of fear as she climaxed. Although she didn't dare to talk about it afterwards and couldn't punish me, at least now that the news was confirmed, I can rest in peace."

Ryan was stunned when he heard this: "Rape?"

Abigail rolled her eyes charmingly, took Ryan's wine and took a sip, then said with a smile: "Bullshit, you can tell at a glance that you don't understand the law."

She giggled, lifted the quilt and rested her head on Ryan's belly again. She looked at the hard cock and stroked it with her small hand while saying with a dazed look:

"Men and women can be raped, and men can rape men, but when women have sex with women, where can you find any physical evidence?"

"Don't even mention calling the police. Even if you tell the school, they won't bother to respond. There's no legal basis at all."

Ryan panted heavily, "We agreed to rest at night. If you do it again, I can't stand it and you will be the one who suffers."

Abigail's eyes were full of charm as she whispered, "I've devoted myself to you, and if I can't satisfy you, I'd feel like a waste. But you, a playboy, are really gentle."

She thought for a moment and said, "If you really can't hold it in later, you can go upstairs to find Yana!"

Abigail said playfully and cutely: "I am willing to give you a blowjob, but I am afraid that my skills are not good enough. If I can't give you a blowjob, it will be even more uncomfortable for you."

To be honest, it has nothing to do with sex, money worship, vanity, or any other messy situation that can affect it.

Abigail is a very simple person. She doesn't have the shyness that those girls who have received gender education should have, and she is not the kind of person who is familiar with the process and knows what to do when seduced.

While stroking it, Abigail turned her head and looked at the penis carefully and curiously.

Her eyes were full of curiosity that she had never encountered before, but also the impact that could be brought about by sexual stimulation. However, who could refuse a blink of those innocent and curious big eyes?

"I'm so stupid and direct, am I unqualified? I'm the kind of woman who has no fun."

Abigail lay down, touched the cock, and said apologetically.

"Don't think too much about it. I'm talking about having a good night's rest."

Ryan pushed the table away, and when he saw that she was about to give him a blowjob, he pulled her up to stop her. Only the ashtray and the mineral water were left on the bedside table.

He turned off the lights in the room, leaving only the warm and ambiguous light at the bedside.

Although Ryan's penis was still hard, he still pulled her into his arms, lowered the temperature of the air conditioner, and pulled the quilt to cover himself and her together.

Driven by his sinful and lustful instincts, Ryan hugged tightly under the quilt this soft yet strong body, which was almost as tall as himself.

Yana, Lyla, and even Yasmin are actually very petite in front of Ryan, and they are far from being able to bring the temptation and challenge that Abigail's devilish figure of nearly 18 meters can bring.

Under the dim light, Ryan no longer wanted to drink or smoke, so he just hugged her and kissed her little mouth.

Abigail trembled and moaned softly: "Don't do this, I'm afraid they will both target me."

"Okay, let's go to bed!"

Ryan hugged her tightly, yawned, touched her chest, and closed his eyes.

She slept particularly soundly, but because it was Monday, Abigail's alarm clock rang early.

When Ryan opened his eyes in a daze, she had already propped herself up and turned off the alarm clock. Her snow-white back was extremely beautiful, just like a piece of snow-white mutton-fat jade in front of him.

"I woke you up!"

Abigail was sober now and looked a little shy.

Ryan hugged her from behind, put his hands on her beautiful breasts and started kneading them, kissed her face, and said with a smile: "Don't you basically have no classes in your senior year, except for internships? Why do you set the alarm so early?"