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Rachel was incredibly hooked on Liam from the night before, she didn’t want to admit but the pillsbury dough looking boy made her knickers all.. moist. Gross.
                          

                          
As soon as Rachel got back home from her and Liam’s altercation, she took a hot shower, hoping to erase that tension she was receiving from Liam. The good kind though. But Rachel having to be trapped in a hormonal phase couldn’t shake off the feeling that made her core dripping wet for Liam.
                          

                          
“Touching myself wouldn’t be weird?” Rachel muttered to herself as she contemplated some more, convincing herself it was 100% normal to release tension she got from a boy she just met not only 2 days ago.
                          

                          
Rachel took a deep breath, taking the shower head from its stand as she looks down at her dripping wet core from both the water and her anticipation to be touched. She took a deep breath before taking her dainty fingers, softly rubbing her clit as her slightly pink lips opened a bit, letting out a coo. She then changed the setting on the shower head to jet out gushing water. Taking it and placing it towards her clit, the hard stream of water taking contact, causing Rachel to quickly moan.
                          

                          
“O-Oh.” she gasped as she closes her eyes, but it started getting worse as soon as she closed her eyes she was only picturing Liam, and by god did the boy start doing his damage on her.
                          

                          
“Oh princess, look at you, touching yourself with the shower jet, such a dirty little girl.” Liam said, a smirk crawling onto his lips as he watched Rachel please herself, the girl, who was hallucinating already, let out a loud moan, holding onto the shower wall since her legs were starting to shake.
                          

                          
“Gonna come for daddy? Are you? Look at you princess, shaking, pulsing, for me. Look at your pretty little muffin, mm so wet for daddy.”  And that was enough for Rachel to let everything go right there and then, gasping softly as she opened her eyes again, frowning a bit to see Liam wasn’t there, and then she wondered if he ever would be.
                          

                          
After that wondrous scene Rachel experienced she wrapped herself in her towel and trailed herself into her room, her legs still shaking a bit but not as bad as they were before in the shower. Rachel was so embarrassed, she’s never done that for any boy, not even Channing Tatum, but Liam.. there was something about him that made this girl want to do dirty things, things a innocent little girl like Rachel wouldn’t do.
                          

                          
By god was Liam going to ruin her.
                          

                          
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“Dylan, I’m telling you that girl is old enough to be Madonna’s sister.” Liam scowled as he ate his cereal, groggily slurping at the milk which made Dylan hiss.
                          

                          
“Yeah, well you’re so ugly that.. that.. fuck!” Dylan yelled as the boy quickly got quiet, causing Liam to wonder what was going on. “W-What..?” He said miserably before looking to the fish tittie girl right in front of him, wearing HIS shirt. That was enough to make him puke in his mouth, gagging a bit as he ate his cereal quickly to wash down the acidic taste.
                          

                          
“Good morning babe..” The unknown fish stick spoke to Dylan, kissing him which only made Liam want to commit some harmful injury to himself.