It was some fellow that had missed his way and mistakenly barge into Chris's room. “I'm sorry... sorry...sor...” He apologized profusely while trying to find his way out of the room light with dim bulbs. I rolled my eyes at him and shifted position. Chris continued from where he stopped as soon as the guy left.He took me up and placed me on the dressing table, scattering the items on it but neither of us cared. He held my waist with one hand and used the other to cup my breast, fondling them. Leaning on the wall, I grappled one leg on his waist, with one of my hands holding the table tightly, and the other wrapped around his neck. He unzipped my dress and helped me pull it off, while I unbuttoned his shirt, not taking my lips away from his. We moved further to the couch, kissing like it would be our very last. My breast brushed against his chest, creating a warm feeling, and this overwhelming sensation made my breath heavier. He latched his tongue on my neck, and a moan escaped
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