129: That Night

WINTER:

Cali's lips were warm and soft. It reminded me of the alcoholic drinks I drank last night. It was addicting at the same time.

My hands traveled towards his hair and pressed him towards me, wanting this kind of contact. My breast smashed against his and he was well aware of it.

He opened his mouth for me to gain access.

Tongue against the tongue.

It was a war as if no one wanted to get defeated. I sucked the edge of his mouth as if I was hungry. Yes. I was hungry for him.

My resentment towards his family was suddenly thrown out the window and my thoughts were focused on this lovely moment we had right now.

The kisses and our touches became even rougher as if we were making up for the lost time.

Cali moaned as he touched me, too. His hands started moving until he found the valley of my breast and started massaging it.

"Fuck," I whispered loudly. “That's it, Cali. Don't stop,” I moaned.

The pressure started building in my stomach while my pussy started getting even wetter.