You Didn't Lock The Door?He deepened the kiss even further, like he has been starved of my lips. His hands rested inches away from her bum. I felt my nipples hardened again my pyjama shirt and because we were practically glued in each other's arms, I knew he felt them too. I tried to draw back, but he detected that and held me in place.He withdrew from the kiss without as much breathing heavily, but I on the other hand was panting. And fun fact, I was not tired of kissing him, instead I wanted more of him. If Kissing wasn't a sport, it should become one because tell me why I was so out of breath as if I did cardio exercises? Funny still, I wanted to still kiss him as much as when I hadn't kissed him before, even more than before. Now that I had tasted his lips when we were both lucid, I wanted him even more.“I want to feel every inch of you. Don't withdraw, okay?” He told me and pulled me to his body and rolled from his side, to me on top of him and him below. Hmmm, I think this m
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