Chapter 21: The Cornfield

I held Millie's smooth, rosy chest and began kneading and pressing with more force. Every time I applied pressure, she'd let out an involuntary, almost pained moan.  With each moan, I thrust upwards with increased vigor. It was a cycle, repeating over and over, an endless rhythm of motion and sound. Time flew by, and before I realized it, 20 or 30 minutes had passed, but the sweaty encounter was still going strong. The drug in Millie's system was so strong that even I, a young guy who exercises...