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Sex Lessons [DISCONTINUED]
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Last published Sun, Feb 25, 2018
"Don't touch me" I growled.
"Fine" he retorted.
"I'll just kiss you.." he slammed my both my hands so they were beside my head.
"Can I kiss you here?" he whispered into my ear while his finger traced along my bottom lip. His breath creeping on my neck, this sent shivers to go down my spine I couldn't help but to squeeze my eyes shut.
He kissed along my neck with each individual wet kiss inching closer to my chest, that was now rising up and down uncontrollably.
"Louis" I warned. But it didn't stop him. He nibbled on my skin making me wince in pain. I am pretty sure blood was seeping out but he kept sucking, then he pulled away and kissed the same spot over and over again.
Suddenly I had the urge to go to the bathroom. "Mine" was the last thing Louis said before walking back to the table and away from the hallway. I touched my neck and gasped right away. It hurt like a bitch.
What did he mean?
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