"Make me forget all about it darling," she whispered in my ear. She pressed her mouth to mine, as she has many times before but each time felt different and new, she tasted of cinnamon, she spent sparks all over my body. I moaned into her mouth as our tongues tangled, she grabbed a fistful of my hair. I was on fire.
She started to kiss me harder, I began rubbing her bare thighs, which she parted sllightly to grant me entrance. She gasped when I slipped a finger inside her, biting my lip in encouragement.
"Oh Frankie. . ." I moaned. My princess couldn't find her voice, she kept whimpering into my neck. I wanted more of her.
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Molly
Short Story"She doesn't fucking love me." The Molly was starting to wear off and the realization was all too clear.
