| Infacuation His soft lips gently carassed her own lips. She closed her eyes, bringing her arms up around his neck. Her fingers played around with his trademark short, messy hair. He teasingly traced around her lips with his toung, before slidding it into her mouth, exploring it�s surroundings. She let out a groan, tighting her grip on him. His hands slipped from her face down her body, letting them rest on her back pockets of her jeans, right on her ass. She was in love.... or at lease she thought she was. Their relationship was all physical whenever they were together, making it hard to tell. It was more like an infacuation she had with him. Yeah, that was it. Infacuation. That�s what she would call this relationship. For now at lease.... |
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