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I scoff in disbelief. He's unbelievable. He ignores me throughout and only wants me for one thing. But again isn't that what I am to him; his booty call.

He leans forward and kisses me and I kiss him back with more fervour than I had before, and we stand there kissing and kissing. I feel lightheaded from his sweet kisses.

I am swoon.

The kisses are more different from the other times. He gentle and passionate unlike the other times he is driven by his animalistic desire.

He breaks the kiss, making me feel empty from the absence of his soft and warm lips. He lifts me like am a bag of feathers, weighing close to nothing. He carries me back to the bathroom and locks it.

He rests me on top of a sink, pushes my legs apart. His hand move up the dress slit to where it exposes my garter. He moves past it to my sex. He brushes a finger through my panty before bringing it to his nose and sniffing it. I gasp involuntary, I have never been so turned on.

"You smell of sin." He says as he brings