NOVALIE’S POV
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A moan escapes my lips as his hands tug me down onto his hard on , my vulva grinding against him and it feels so good .
The tension between my legs build and I want him to rip my clothes off so that I could just sink onto him .
‘He’s delicious .’ Sofie groans in pleasure and I agree as I devour his lips .
Our heads tilt in sync , our bodies pressed together as I continue to grind into him .
I have to stop , I have to show him I can stop , but I can’t . Every time I think of stopping , I forget as his hands grasp my closer , his lips so soft like a feathered pillow and the minty taste on his lips have me hooked .
‘Why would you want to stop anyways ?’ Sofie asks , but I shove her back , having a second voice in my head while making out is not the fun way of kissing so
