Dylan pulls back slightly to look into my eyes, his face only a few inches from mine. I can feel his chest moving up and down, as his heavy breathing matches mine. We stare at each other, for how long, I don’t know, until he slowly lowers his face to mine. I scream don’t do it in my mind, but do nothing to actually stop him. He closes his eyes and then lowers slowly until his soft lips meet mine with the faintest pressure. He pulls my lower lip between his own, sucking gently, before moving to the top, once, twice, and then repeating the movement a few more times. It feels good, so good. The
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