QUILL
His eyes lingeried on my lips making my lips feel dry. And actually have a taste of him instes dog just imaging how he will taste. He was making me feel uncomfortable. Making me smacked at the mirror. As his hands stretch over the curtains. Pulling them over and asking me if he can kiss me. His lips wear so pink that I wanted to taste them. My heart was working yo hard my mind was blank. I wanted to kiss him right now too. Even though the thought of how he have molested me in the pass apeares in my head. I just don't care. All I care was I wanted yo kill. Him that's all that matters to me.
I nodded to him for his question. When he was little dumbfounded at first but it didn't even took him second to understand and pushed his actual lips on me. The sweet lips, soft but equally roug
