We kiss like starved animals, pawing at one another, uncaring that we’re making out in public for all to see. Her lips taste unbelievable, and I doubt I’ll be able to remove myself of my own accord any time soon. But the way she threads her fingers through my hair and tugs fiercely, I think the sentiment is more than mutual.
Tiny mewls fill my lungs as she gasps and sighs into me, her exhalations breathing life into me over and over again. I suckle her bottom lip before sealing my mouth over hers and possessing every piece of her.
Our tongues duel, a perfect union of push and pull, because the moment I surrender, she takes control. She fists my hair, angling her strawberry-coated lips for her pleasure as she seeks out every curve of my mouth with her lips and tongue.
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