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The Look In His Eyes

Author: JacqueAuthor
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-25 20:59:41

Asher groaned as he tried to take my hand away from him, but I pulled him by his sweater and started kissing him.

After nibbling and sucking and playing with his lips, he let me inside his mouth and actually started reciprocating my kiss.

As his hands went towards my neck, pulling the hoodie off my head, I used this chance to open the zipper of my sweater, opening it and tossing it aside, left inside with a strapless pink crop top.

He groaned in appreciation, and as he did, I started taking the top off, but he put his hand on mine to stop me.

As he pulled back, I stood up and went to stand in front of him as I took the crop top off and opened the button of my jeans, the zipper, then took it off me.

He looked at me, taken by surprise, clearly. I couldn't read the look in his eyes, but I knew that he wanted me. There was pure lust there, but he seemed to be fighting his want for me.

I got on top of him while he was still frozen and As soon as I reached him, Asher grabbed my nape, threa
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