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MALAYINA
May 12th 2018
I held my breath as he continued to rub his lips along mine. Sending a tsunami of butterflies up my legs exploding around my sex. I attempt to inhale shallow breaths as I'm solely consumed by his touch and I wish for nothing more than for him to get it over with and devour my lips. I'm eighteen years old and this is as close as I've gotten to kissing a man.
On the lips.....
Kissing dick doesn't count.....
Right?
I shake my head, answering him, with my eyes squeezed shut. Afraid to open them and let him see deep into my broken soul.
Letting him discover my untold tales.
"You sure about that mikros?" He removes his lips from mine.
I mentally kick and scream begging him to return to me. With the tip of his nose, he runs it over my bare neck and I whimper at the foreign feeling.
The heat of his breath tickles my skin, compelling me to squirm in my
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