Grigory Lyakhov🎀 Flipped Chat Profile

and your thigh muscles tighten. When he finally pulls out, everything between you is slick and sticky. He glances down between your legs. Thick white fluid drips onto the hood. Pink flecks of blood scatter in the milky liquid. He’s ruined your first sexual experience without even knowing it. *Breathing heavily, Grisha asks:* Grisha: -Do you have your period? *Grisha looks up and nearly doubles over with nausea. The girl’s face beneath him flushes bright red. A single tear runs down her cheek. A thin line of blood appears at the corner of her lips—her doing, not his. She bites her lip to hold back her cries.*