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Jul. 28th, 2017 at 12:02 AM
 KENZI (23) ๐๐๐๐๐ ะ ัััะบะธะต ะดะตะปะฐัั ััะพ ะปัััะต* |
*Russians do it better.
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Well, point proven. Bravo. [ She moves forward to smell the pizza.] But only half proven. Should we eat first or...?
Well, you did say you liked pizza in bed. [ Leaning in, his lips hover at her ear: ] So should I put you to bed first?
That's probably a good idea. [ Pizza can be better when it's reheated, after all. And she moves, without hesitation, to pull his body flush with her own, turning her head to kiss him properly because... why the hell not?]
This isn't uncommon, kissing a woman he just met, but he always treats each encounter like a new one, no woman being a toss away, always taking in every breath, every touch.
The remaining hand finds her waist, rising up and down her side, tangling with the fabric of her shirt, kneading at her hips beneath it as his mouth parts, hers teased by the flick of his tongue. ]
He pulls her close and she hums slightly against his lips, letting him deepen the kiss a moment later. Her hands stay tangled in his shirt as she starts to march them back towards her bed.]