#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 11
His gruff manners were somewhat odious to her ethereal nature. While he liked to shout, she preferred to whisper. He stomped; she tiptoed. He pounded; she tapped. He devoured; she tasted. But when he took her in his arms and pressed his lips to hers, all thoughts of a more delicate love disappeared and she knew the meaning of animal hunger.
© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻
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