Kiss me, kill her
I leaned down, bringing my lips to her breast, sucking softly on her right nipple while my other hand squeezed the left one.
"Yes... just like that," she gasped, fingers curling into my hair.
I stopped, pulled back for a second—but before I could even catch my breath, she grabbed my face and kissed me hard.
At first I froze—then my body reacted on its own. I kissed her back. Her lips were soft, tasted faintly of vanilla. The kiss deepened fast, frantic, as if we both knew this was spiraling out of control.
Her hands slipped down, tugging my trousers down until I was left in my panties. Without breaking the kiss, her fingers found my clit through the fabric. I gasped against her mouth.
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