Siren and Wolf
My mouth tastes her neck, which tastes like the sweet perfume she wears every morning, lavender honeydew.
Kayla ends up on the top of her kitchen table. A house plant breaks as the vase collapses to the floor. We both break our kissing and laugh. But then Kayla looks at me with a serious face, her eyes never leaving mine. She puts her hand on my chin and pulls me in for another French kiss. My pants snake has a mind of its own and bulges out the sides of my shorts. I can't help it, she's fucking hot.