Hailey's POV
This is so wrong, but I can't stop. I'm addicted, I'm starving, taking him all in, holding on to his lips for dear life. It's so erotic, the way our lips are connected, the way it moves— lips smacking, our tongues touching. It makes my p***y so needy for him. My lower lip goes between his teeth, and I moan when it slips out with a loud smack, the handkerchief leaving my hand. The kiss gets more intense and his right hand moves to my waist, crushing my body against his hard toned body. My hand instinctively go to his neck, and then to the back of his head. We are smooching like horny high school teenagers that are scared of being caught. It's hurried, an adrenaline rush, steamy.
“Hunter” Mrs Briggs calls, her voice echoing from the sitting room. Our kissing comes to a stop.
