Dirty Little Secret
he said.
She bit her lip gently and went down on her knees too.
“I want a taste of myself” she said and leaned in to kiss him, completely ignoring his suggestion. They kissed and caressed each other. He then lingered on her waist, guiding, grounding, claiming. She reached for his cock, upon feeling it, she gasped softly, heat rising to her cheeks, and he held her there just long enough for her pulse to spike.
Lola looked at him, at the curve of his jaw, the dark intensity in his eyes, and realized something dangerous: she wanted this. She wanted the tension, the heat, the closeness, the sex even. Regardless of whether it was forbidden. Even if it was wrong.
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