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She took the lead in the kiss, slowly pressing her lips against mine. Subconsciously, I opened my mouth a little to grant her more access and we French kissed under the sunlight. She tongued me and sucked on my bottom lip gently and I didn't know when I responded by putting both hands on either sides of her tiny waist. She pushed her body so hard against mine, I could feel her nipples hardening through her skimpy bra.

She then placed a kiss on the corner of my lips, to tease me, and I couldn't take it anymore. Without wasting another second, I smashed my lips back on hers, and let my tongue roam in her mouth taking in her sweet taste. Why does she always taste so good? We French kissed for at least ten minutes before she decided to descend down to my neck and continued her assault. She kissed my neck everywhere before stopping at my soft spot. The spot where my shoulder met my neck. She sucked so hard that I moaned. "Ahhhh, fuck baby." I was sure she was giving me a hickey. She finally pulled back and looked into my eyes. She brought her lips closer to mine and just as they were about to touch, she pulled

She closed her eyes as she made him enter in her mouth. Their passion increased in which he lost his control. He slowly moved his hands through her body. She could sense the tickling feeling she was getting as he wandered his hands through her body. A their passionate kiss he backed off while breathing heavily. They both began to take a deep breath as they did. * Huff.....*Huff........ Their breathing voice was heard through. They both connected their forhead as they backed out from the French kiss. Their faces were reddened and their eyes had a flashed with lust.

WARNING: This chapter might contain triggering contents: abuse, harassment, humiliation, etc. Please, please, please proceed with caution. - - - - - - - - - - France is all smiles looking at the note that he had to leave on Lev’s door this early morning. It’s nothing but the truth and he won’t even deny how much he liked their kiss. Lev is one damn good kisser and he wouldn’t mind kissing him all over—yup, one kiss and he’s all addicted.

She asked with a coy smile and he plunged his lips deep into her lips kissing it like his life depend on it, He moved his hand over her body till it located her puSsy through the lingerie she wore inside the transparent sleeping robe Ria never saw it coming and gasped for breath the moment his finger caressed her clit, she cringed and widened her eyes, Ryan moved his lips more deep sending sensation through her, she closed her eyes enjoying the movement of his finger and tongue in her mouth, He was giving her a French kiss which got her insane, adding to his finger touching her clit, she could feel herself getting so wet, the feeling was so good and overwhelming,

Her hand touched my chest, resting there. I deepened the kiss before I could stop myself. She responded in kind, her fingers curling into my shirt. The mug I was holding hit the floor, and I didn’t even hear it land. My hand slid to her waist and I felt her tremble. I pulled her closer. Her body pressed to mine, and for a second, the world narrowed to just that moment. Just the heat of her and the sound of her breath, and the way she kissed me like she’d been holding it back for weeks. Actually, we both had.

Mixed with my release all over his mouth and chin, his hair was tangled too. I relished in my handiwork. He moved, and I moaned at the pleasure. He was buried deep inside me, to the hilt, and every move he made sent jolts straight to my brain. “Kiss me,” he whispered. Without hesitation, I did. The kiss started slowly, with me taking the lead, but after a minute, he took control. And baby, this man French-kissed me until I was out of breath. The water splashed as he moved beneath me. Our lips were still tangled together, his strong arm wrapped around my back, stroking my skin slowly and spanking my ass minutes apart.

she breathed, her voice a plea, a question. I kissed her, slow at first, then desperate, pouring every apology, every promise into it. She kissed me back, fierce and breaking, her hands in my hair, pulling me closer. It wasn’t lust, it was survival, two people drowning and holding on. Her lips trembled against mine, tears mixing with the heat, and I felt her heart, her trust, fracturing and reforming in my arms.

Gulping down uneasily, I moved closer to me on the sofa, straddling his lap and gently pressing my lips on his. I didn’t know how to do a proper French kiss. So I could only rub my lips against his, very awkward. But he got excited very quick. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed me hard against him, and pushing his tongue into my mouth. His pants quickly bulged, his dick throbbing hard against my thigh. His breathing became even more rapid as he flipped me onto the sofa, covering me. And I smelled Camille’s scent on him again. I knew I shouldn’t mind, but I couldn’t help it. When he leaned down to kiss me, I turned my head away.

As long as the outcome was that he kissed her, it was all good! Franklin's kissing skills were not very good, even though this was only Karsyn's first kiss. But she used to read a lot of children's books and had also watched quite a few romantic movies. In the end, it was Karsyn who became more skilled at kissing. Separated lips, Franklin clearly saw that Karsyn's eyes were fierce and proud, as if he was looking at prey, looking at him. "Um, it's not... I just had some free time and happened to read some adult books..."