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Holy fucking heart, stars, horseshoes, clovers and blue moons, pots of gold and rainbows, and the red balloons.
I swear to the Goddess, my eyes close and I still see fireworks. I fucking feel fireworks. The kiss is everything I didn’t know I needed. Raw, consuming, so fucking full of passion. Knock my socks off good. I end up in his lap, straddling his legs. His hands were on my cheeks, mine around his neck. My lips move against his soft, plump ones and I can’t get enough of him. My tongue slides against his bottom lip and he opens his mouth, his tongue tangling with mine. He tilts my head back to take control from me, kissing me harder, deeper. I could kiss him all fucking night. The way hi
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