Lechery(On Hold)
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"Do I make you nervous?"
"No."Yes,my conscious said to me.
"Does my breath on your neck make you shiver and want to kiss me?"He asks as he lightly kisses my ear.
"N-no."I say and I feel a tight grip on my a**.Letting out a squeal he says "Don't make me bend you over my leg and spank you." Giving my ear one last kiss, he walks away.
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"Dante, people are watching " I whisper "Let them" he continues kissing my neck and its driving me nuts, this man is shameless . I can't be feeling like this in public so I push him but he doesn't budge "Is Brian nicer than me?" He asks as his lips graze my cheekbone "Dante..." "Tell me" he demands "Dante.. " I whisper again breathlessly, I hate that he has this much effect on me and there's not a damn thing I can do to stop it... Okay no, I might love it a bit "Tell me Khana, is he nicer than me?" he presses on and kisses the corner of my lips and more eyes focus on us. How can he not be bothered "No, no he's not" I say breathlessly and he pulls away with a satisfied smile but keeps his arm around my waist
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