makeout

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I rushed into the room with a lustful heart and lecherous eyes consuming your body as your figure is prominent from that short dress you're wearing.
a vaguely erotic ogle accompanies me for the next few moments, and you're stuck in a corner with my hand around your neck, pushing you against the wall, while you struggle to breathe. A feast for my eyes
you look me in the eye with a pout face, say you're wet but its just the beginning
we engage in a subtle kiss and don't rush things to the climax.
I want to caress your body to the fullest, till you feel used.
kissing till the verge of breathlessness
You start panting but I won't stop, you're losing breath, but I don't care
Not until I'm done.
My hands in between yours; slammed to the wall, my shirt's top button popped out and we're flaming with passion to make love and do it right.
I make my way to your ear to bite your earlobe, it's steaming hot, are you blushing?
oh dear we haven't even started yet
Go down to your neck, leave a few hickeys. crimson; my favourite color I sigh.
watching you earlier in the evening, your clavicle was visible through the dress. I had the desire to kiss it, and now I shall.
your nipples stand erect, your heart is pounding I feel it through your jugular
I rip off your dress, you're not wearing a bra
Trying to seduce?
I take my ear closer to your chest, hear your heart pound. Turning me on.
Do I have a kink for beating hearts?
the rhythm continues, I squeeze your tits, you moan out in pleasure. I cover your face with my hand ‘we shouldn't be heard babygirl‘
your belly button has a piercing
think you know I love those, I kiss your stomach.
Your abdomen, it's warm as well?
are you turned on? Probably.....

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