Of Flames and Roses
Yashvir smirked.
Ahankara bit her lip, her cheeks turning crimson. Yashvir took her chin and made her look up at him, before he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. She felt his hands started to slowly caress her sides, making her smile and softly giggle against the kiss. Yashvir smiled as well, before poking her waist, making her gasp. His tongue entered her mouth, exploring every inch of it, whilst his hands continued to torture her waist. Ahankara tried to push his hands away, but he trapped her wrists behind her back using one hand, continuing to play with her waist using his other.
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