KEIRA. My laughter erupted over the space while I was seated on George's legs with my hands circled around his neck after our morning quickie. We were having breakfast in the most romantic way one could think of. I would feed George a piece of waffle, watching as his lips closed around it, his eyes never leaving mine. Then, I would take a bite from the same slice, our lips inches apart, the sweetness of the waffle mingling with the warmth of our breath. With each delicate bite, our mouths would draw closer, until finally, our lips would meet in a soft, sweet kiss, the waffle's sweetness dissolving into our mouths. That was how we ate our breakfast. The last kiss made me erupt into a non-stop laughter. “Seems you don't want to leave my lips Bambi..” He teased, staring at me and caressing my hair. “No….” I admitted, taking another waffle and repeating the same process. This kiss was longer and more demanding. George and I might end up having another sex. When I pulled away, pant
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