AYLA
I tasted my wetness, and the taste of my wetness on his lips. I held his head still, not wanting him to break our kiss.
His tongue met mine, and I moaned in his mouth, rolling my eyes in satisfaction. His hands squeezed my butt, and I began grinding against the feeling.
My pleasure strength was rising, and I have a feeling it isn't going to stop rising.
All of a sudden there was a loud thunderstorm, and I shivered in his arms, breaking our kiss.
“Wow, look who is scared of a thunderstorm. The all powerful Ayla,” he teased me.
“I'm not all powerful or scared of a thunderstorm,” I smacked his shoulder.
“Prove it,” he said with his eyes outside the shelter. The rain had begun falling heavily.
“You want me under the rain?” I asked him with a low voice, pretending I was scared.
But I'm not. I love the rain. It was one of my safest places when I was little.
“Yes, prove you are not scared of the thunderstorm, and get in the rain,” he said, and I pushed him away from me slightly.
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