#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 76
He had tried to deny his desire, but now he bent his head slowly, giving me the chance to pull away.
I didn't.
My hands were on his shoulders. As he kissed me, I drew them down his chest to his belly and then around his waist eliciting a low groan like a tree withstanding the force of the wind. I pressed my palms to his back and my will to his resistance.
© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻
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