She tasted like mint and sugar, and at that moment, it became my favorite taste in the world. I pushed her against the side of the pool and tightened my grip on her hair, my mouth not leaving hers the entire time. It wasn’t a sweet kiss. It was hard, demanding, and possessive, borne out of years of pent-up frustration and tension, but Bridget matched me inch for inch. She tugged on my hair in return, her tongue tangling with mine and her little moans going straight to my cock.
