Pressing lips
Harder and faster
Touching tongues
Longer and smoother
He grips my hair
As I press into him
His lips roaming from mine
To my neck
While he explores
My body with his hands
Soon enough I feel his fingers
Graze my inner thigh
Electricity shoots through my blood
Gripping harder and harder
Leaving crescent moons on his back
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