Dirty Little Secrets
Fuck, she tastes sweet, like candy and Moscato wine, like summer breaking through a fall day.
She grabbed my bare sides and I leaned into her more, pushing her back onto the sofa. She went with me, her grip on me tightening. Our bodies fell flush together, and as I kissed her deeper, swiping my tongue against her bottom lip, she eased her hands around to my back.
Her hands were soft and so fucking warm, each touch was a burning trail across my skin, one I felt tingling everywhere, because, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Too many girls, kisses, touches. None like this.
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