Buried
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, May 25, 2015
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So I gave him one last kiss. One last warm, chaste kiss on those perfect plump lips, one last look into those beautiful eyes. He would always and yet never be mine in a sense, and now was the last time we would ever be together--or more accuratley, the last time we ever could.
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He then pressed his lips against mine and started kissing me, slowly moving down onto my neck. Every kiss would have me craving for more. He planted slow intense kisses as a trail on my neck.

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