2. pretty poison

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do you think i'm pretty?

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do you think i'm pretty?." i title my head while asking.

"uh.. yes? i mean you are pretty."

it's fun making people nervous and here is marie falling under my spell.

"would you kiss me, marie?"

"my husband wouldn't like that." her lips part and looks around as if he's here.

"so you would kiss me." i grin, she's so cute.

i step closer to her, my hand caressing her soft cheek slowly moving to her lips, brushing over them. my body leaned against the bathroom sink and hers is against mine. the idea of anyone coming in and catching us is exciting.

"do you want me to kiss you?" her eyes are on my lips as she nods her head eagerly. so inpatient.

"use your words marie." i pull her closer, my hands on her waist and the other on her cheek.

she looked like she was about to cry. she murmured a plea, i heard her but seeing her like this was so fun.

"hm? what was that?" i grip her waist harder.

"please kiss me." she whined.

i lean my head down to hers, my lips brush against hers. i dart my tongue out and softly lick her lips with the tip of my tongue.

i finally catch her lips between mine, she moans into my mouth. i move my hand from her waist and work my way under her dress, my finger find her clit and start moving in light circle.

so wet, so soft.

i force my tongue into her mouth, she tasted like the sweet champagne they're going out, out there. her hand grip onto my shoulder to hold on. i stroke her and collect the wetness to spread her folds and my movements quicken on her clit, she looks lost in pleasure. sweet thing.

she cries out as i slip my middle finger in, so fucking tight and wet. she breaks the kiss and throws her head back. now she's testing me. i wrap my hand around her neck, adding pressure towards her throat while adding another finger.

"did i tell you to stop kissing me, marie? do you want me to stop." she shakes her head rapidly.

"use your fucking words. i won't ask again." i warn her. it took everything in me not to get on my knees and eat her til i'm full of her.

"don't stop please. don't stop."

"good girl."

her hand grab onto my tit, messaging it and rubbing my nipple through my satin dress. i bite my lip to hold in a moan.

my thumb rubs her clit and she cries out, her moans getting louder and her walls clenching around my fingers. rocking her hips with my movement she's so close.

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