La chaudasse Kimberly Kane se réjouit Karlie Montana après sa rupture avec le sexe passionné.

Not since the Montagues and capbulets has a girl experienced such heartache. I cursed the st. I've never been hurt as deeply as I was after school. The bastard broke up with me in the most cruel and inhumane fashion. In public, on my birthday. If it wasn't the middle of November, I swear it was April. April fool'day. It all seemed so surreal. Everyone watching as Brad dumped me, calling me a prude, and announcing to everyone how awful I was in bed. What does he want? How's a girl my age supposed to learn if no one is willing to invest a little time to teach herprise? Jesz can. You scared the shit out of me. Happy birthday, bitch. Where did d you get in here? You left the door open. Like, wide open. Is there something wrong? O. I must have left it open in my moment of despair there. What's the matter? Brad broke up with me. Like, in front of everybody. Oh, God, I'm so sorry to hear that. I thought you guys were so tighty tight. No. Was I tight? Ass, apparently. Didn your h tell it? You didn't give him any pussy, did you? Wow, Julie, I told you that if you don't give your man and he poop, Nani, he might fly the co. I did, but it wasn't good enough for him. He called me prude and said I was no good in bed. Okay, let's analyze this for a second. What was his main complaint? That I was a dead fuck. Well, maybe it was his fault. Maybe he was so bad in bed that he couldn't get you off enough to get into it. I never really felt turned on by Brad. I just went through the motions. I guess it showed. Well, what turns you on? A lot of kissing. Which we never did. He always just jumped in my pants. Well, what else? U I like, my nipple sucked and my thighs, like. Which we also never did. So, you know, maybe you're right. Maybe he is a terrible lover. Sounds like it. Maybe you're not cut out for these teenage boys. I'm a teenage girl. Who else am I supposed to be cut out for? You know, sometimes teenage boys really don't know how to arouse a girl. Only we know what you like. Yeah, I guess. Who's your best friend? You are. Who knows you better than anyone else? You do. Who knows what you like more than anyone else? You would? Mm hmm. But I don't know if I can. You learn. But I'm scared within an enter. Oh, we won't. Oh, that boy doesn't know what he's talking about? M does that feel good? Oh, my God. Oh, my God. O oh, my God. Does that feel good? Yeah. You like that? M m you like it a lot? Uh huh. You should tell your shit heel boyfriend to do it more often. O m oh, my God. My, um. I'mnn show you. Oh, my God. Oh. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. y oh, yeah. Oh, you're so. Oh, my go does that feel good? I bet it does, Gu'just. Stretching your littleussy out. I love the stretch. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Wow. Like a co oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, wow. O o oh, my go. Oh, my God. You coming? Good job. Come on. Yes. Oh, my God. Oh, yes. Oh. O oh, my God. Who's your best friend? You are. Who loves you? You do. Goddamn right.