[ it's awful, really, how she's suddenly aware of how good it feels to her, even just to be kissed back and touched -- she feels like she's been starved of it for years. it does terrible things to what little control she already has over herself. his teeth catching on her lip, the way she can just feel it enough, her unsteady exhale in response --
her grip in his hair tightens, and she pulls, forcing slight space between their mouths. it's low and breathless when she finally amends: ]
i wish i had an afro icon now tbh
her grip in his hair tightens, and she pulls, forcing slight space between their mouths. it's low and breathless when she finally amends: ]
I take it back. Y'don't kiss like my husband.