Cat Nunez

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The door is barely closed behind us when I turn to her, cage her in against the door, and kiss her like I’m starved for her. Because I am. I boost her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist, and we cling to each other as we explore each other’s mouths. She tastes like wine and heaven. She tastes like mine.
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