He stopped talking and his soft, thin lips closed around her small mouth, his wet, soft tongue running and tossing over her lips, carefully diving into her mouth. He kissed her softly, provoking her unsatisfactorily, but every time she took the initiative, he deliberately withdrew. She couldn't stop attacking, making the kiss fierce and frenzied, claiming his mouth to the hilt. Brent opened his eyes slightly to look at her. Her peachy eyes were curved, her lower eyelids puffy with pleasure. Their breathing was ragged, Hermosa's belly felt sore and itchy, and her privates, which had been dry, were now dripping wet from the bubbling nectar, moistening her panties. She couldn't help but let out a whimper, her body and mind a soft mess. The arms that had been climbing around his neck couldn't resist roaming up his back, rubbing a fine mark into his neatly ironed suit jacket. "Isn't it tempting to do it?" He asked her in a low voice, some bubbly tones lending a
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