Marc slipped his hand from her cheeks to to back of her head, pulling her in. Without any hesitation, Lisa leaned in, letting him taste her. She sucked on his tongue and a wave of comfort washed over her. Marked traced his hand down to the small of her back, then to the side of her dress. Pulling the zipper down, he held her tightly as the dressed slipped between them to her feet, she stepped out of it, not letting of his mouth. She unbuttoned his shirt one at a time. Letting out a sigh of arousal, her back arched against the door, touching his shaft. Marc, pulled her hair into a ponytail and continued to kiss her as his hands found her breast. The smell of her arousal sent him on unknown heights. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her to the living room, and placed her on the small dining table. She pulled him in with her legs, when they heard his phone ring in his pocket. The ring made them both freeze in their spot. Without having to check, they knew
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