In a teenage boy's room I was carefully led, only to find Playboys stashed under his bed.
At first I was wary and a little bit cautious, since the state of the room left me a tad nauseous.
But hooray, the pages were rather immaculate, instead of ripped, torn, and sticky with ejaculate.
With a spark of pure glee, I stripped off my clothes, and flung my sweet self into passionate throes.
It was bliss it was joy, it was truly a riot, and first and foremost, it was a practice left PRIVATE!
I was riding the waves and about to erupt, when that boy wandered in and tried to interrupt.
That short shred of privacy I shouldn't have trusted, has left me quite naked, quite awkward, and BUSTED!