31st of December 2019

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He pushed me against the wall as he pressed his lips against mine, in the silence of the night, in his room only lit by the bedside light. As our tongues intertwined in each other's mouths and danced in a soft circling motion, our hands found each other's hair running through it and all over each other's bodies. Before he found the hem of my shirt...

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