Growling, Kirsten pulled Lea back up into a kiss, their breasts flowing over each other. In a way that was the thing that drove it home: the feeling of Kirsten"s t**s sliding against her smaller ones wasn"t like anything she"d ever felt with any man. Kissing was kissing — Kirsten, Cherry, Andy, Sean. But this...
this...A small, clear part of her mind congratulated her on being okay with this. On not being freaked out.
Well. Maybe a little freaked out. But more turned on and full of need, and full of the desire to give something to her best friend. And to her fiancé. Her fiancés.
And hell, it wasn"t as if this were exactly unpleasant. As far from that as possible.
Now it was Kirsten who broke the kiss, panting, wide-eyed. Pupils dilated. Dark pink from her hairline down to below her n**
