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The next moment they were rushing at each other, hands reaching out to grope whatever skin they could find, legs tangling beneath the sheets. They couldn't seem to take in enough air—not that breathing was their primary concern as sucking each others faces off seemed to take priority.

Mike's heavier form practically fell against hers as they rolled over until he was on top. He peppered her face and neck with kisses that seemed both desperate and yet intentional.

Mokunfayo could feel her mind swimming uncontrollably as the ability to form thoughts eluded her. It was rather fortunate that much thinking was not necessary altogether as she matched his ferocity kiss for kiss, stroke for stroke.

Her hand played around with the elastic of his briefs as they made out. She started to reach beneath when with a shrill sound that seemed designed to kill the most intense of boners, Mokunfayo's phone began to ring.