SWEET MISTAKES
I kissed high school kids on the school rooftop.
I'm not sorry my first kiss is gone. Instead, I regret why not from the first, and I enjoyed this. My hands were desperately holding back, dedemit hands that touched my neck, and I wanted to get into my uniform. Two people of different status and age, with different uniforms, were hot kissing.
Even though the air supply was running low, I was still greedy for sucking his lips and tongue. Ahh ... so delicious. I don't remember who Mas Rangga was, who was my mother, and who Gerald was. All I know, I enjoy this forbidden sin.
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