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Camille:

We stared at each other for like ten seconds before we were in each other’s arms, me on his thighs and him straddling me over him. I had no idea who had made the first move, but from how passionately I was kissing him, I had to admit I was sure it was me.

We were kissing like hungry people. His lips felt so familiar at this point and as I kissed him, I realized how badly I had missed making out with him. We kissed like lovers who had been separated for years and had just found their way back to each other but with limited time.

We only broke the kiss to let my shirt over my head. I raised my hands up to wiggle out of them, impatience and desperation to be as intimately close to him as possible, clouding any sense of insecurity or restraint at him seeing me naked.

Daniel’s tongue caressed my breast before swallowing my nipple, while the other hand palmed the second one. I grinded against his slightly raised crotch, a small smile marking my lips when I felt the unmis