Her name comes out choked as her fingers dance along the waistband of my pants. She doesn’t answer me. Instead, she continues to kiss me like her life depends on it. I kiss her right back, savoring the simple fact that I get to kiss her at all. The look in her eyes after we kissed in the pool house had me worried I might not get a chance to do it again. I’m so fucking happy I did. She slides her hand from my waistband, her fingers softly drifting over my cock. My forehead finds hers as I try to take a breath, thinking about how good that one little tease of her touch was. She slides her hand
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