Dragging my tongue over hers, I explored her mouth in long, languid thrusts, until her breath was soft and even and her grip on me was clinging and desperate. What kind of woman lived under her spoiled brat act? I’d never worried much about it, but my curiosity was a powerful thing. Why did she hide? What did she hide? Why was I so fucking interested in her? I had no answers to any of those questions. All I knew right at that moment, as she pushed her tits into my chest and met the thrusts of my tongue with her own, was that this girl had my attention. Maybe she always had. Her lips battled
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