Obsessive Lust
Every nerve was alight like a thousand little matches, burning with his touch.
I hate how much I craved this. I hate how much I craved him.
"Don't get calm honey," he grunted like he's really desperate. "Your moan is driving me crazy." He admitted.
I smirked. I let my blazer slip to the ground.
"You want this?" I breathed, lips against his ear. "Then let's do it."
Meanwhile, something from him was like hungry of me. He pinned me against the table like a hungry man. His hands were desperate yanking, unfastening, discovering, and exploring from the top to my filds and clit. In heat, I helped him unbotton his shirt.
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