“Ever wondered what it might feel like?” he surprised me by asking. “What?” My voice was hoarse, my heart hammering its way out of my chest, cracking the bones embracing it, one beat at a time. “Kissing each other.” All the time. “No.” I shook my head, arching farther, my center meeting his, the imprint of his dick jamming the slit of my pussy through our clothes. So delicious, so empty. “Never.” “Fuck, Dot.” He gave my bikini string a rough tug, loosening its hold. The right triangle dislodged, falling slightly, exposing the plump mound of my breast and one pink nipple. “You’re always pretty,
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