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Automatically I held her hind plumps from below to maintain my balance, her front bulges were smashed on my hard chest and she started kissing me all over my face, neck and chest wherever she liked like a mad bitch.
She smooched me hard and bit my lips. Blood was oozing out and she started tasting my blood with her small tender sweet lips as if there was no tomorrow.
Yes, there was no tomorrow as my train was the next evening.
I was unable to withstand her sudden impulse and was on the bed again on my back holding her over me.
She twitched and sucked my nipples so hard that I cried in silence. She looked into my eyes.
"What are you going to do now?"
Her sobs were now subsided. She was no more in pain.
Perhaps she adjusted her with the present. Her voice was softer than ever.
I touched her face with my both hands and lifted up and looking direct to her eyes asked,
"Are you still scared to be loved?"
She was still robe less. Her naked beauty was in its full bloom. I could feel her heartbeats. I could feel her breath. I could smell her love for me.
I pulled her head to me and kissed. It wasn't a mad lip lock derived out of lust. It was a slow yet intent conveyance of my love for her.
Her lips were warm and it grew even warmer as I began sucking on it. A few moments later I broke the kiss and whispered 'I love you' and looked into her eyes before regaining the access.
She smooched me hard and bit my lips. Blood was oozing out and she started tasting my blood with her small tender sweet lips as if there was no tomorrow.
Yes, there was no tomorrow as my train was the next evening.
I was unable to withstand her sudden impulse and was on the bed again on my back holding her over me.
She twitched and sucked my nipples so hard that I cried in silence. She looked into my eyes.
"What are you going to do now?"
Her sobs were now subsided. She was no more in pain.
Perhaps she adjusted her with the present. Her voice was softer than ever.
I touched her face with my both hands and lifted up and looking direct to her eyes asked,
"Are you still scared to be loved?"
She was still robe less. Her naked beauty was in its full bloom. I could feel her heartbeats. I could feel her breath. I could smell her love for me.
I pulled her head to me and kissed. It wasn't a mad lip lock derived out of lust. It was a slow yet intent conveyance of my love for her.
Her lips were warm and it grew even warmer as I began sucking on it. A few moments later I broke the kiss and whispered 'I love you' and looked into her eyes before regaining the access.