Under her skirt: The last Kiss
I clutched at his shirt, tugging him closer like I needed him to stay or I’d drown.
He groaned into my mouth, deep and raw, like the taste of me undid something in him.
His tongue slid past my lips, commanding, claiming.My slowly legs wrapped around him instinctively as his hand moved to my waist, anchoring me in place.
I whimpered into the kiss, and he swallowed the sound like a secret.
And then, just as suddenly as it began, he pulled back,his forehead pressed to mine, both of us gasping for air like we’d survived a storm.
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