Daddy Said To Stay Away From Girls Like Them
Before I could focus on him, Holly crashed her lips onto mine, violently stealing my attention back.
I locked her close, our bodies slamming together, our slick juices sliding down our bare thighs. Two women making magic—our bodies a living, breathing sculpture of sin. We ground our hips, we moaned, we cried out, we made love, we bit. We gasped with open lips, barely able to catch a single lungful of air.
Breathing didn't matter. She was my oxygen.
We chased the edge together, climbing closer and closer until we shattered. We built the wave as one, and we crashed all over again. My legs gave out, partly from the ache, but mostly from the sheer, blinding pleasure rippling through me.
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