Truth is, I love kissing Aurora. She comes undone when my lips ravage hers. She melts against me and lets me do whatever I please. There’s something euphoric about owning a fireball like her and making her come to me as if that’s what she’s always needed. It’s one of those bizarre things that are only related to her. Kissing never mattered to me before to the point that I never did it. But with her, I can’t get enough of it. I don’t tell her that to keep her coming back to me for more.
