She full-on takes her pants off and is riding me. The only downside is the windswept, crazy-haired, sandy-faced look [you have] when you attempt to stroll back into the bar and act normal. I was maybe 17, having sex with my then boyfriend under a lifeguard tower on Venice Beach. I didn't get shot that night, neither did I have an orgasm, because at that point I didn't know how—but it didn't matter. We found a quiet spot far enough away from the beach bar to feel alone, but close enough that we could see the silhouettes of our friends. The cops put us in handcuffs and made us sit there for a while as they hung out in their car. But is it ever really worth it?
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