A butterfly touch, breath pleasant perhaps because of the smell from the rum he just drank and the shot she just took, the music playing in the background.
A hand curled to trap a slender neck, the contrast between ivory, and sienna is uniquely beautiful.
The difference in height force the male to blend his neck eyes glued on those lips.
'ah~'
She exhaled, he saw the whites of her eyes but who cares.
Crashing, meshing, dominating those lips he kissed her until she struggled to breathe.
Kissed until to crushed lips parted to suck in a breath but he simply~
Tongues clashed, swirled and joined in the age-old dance.
Exchanging saliva, pulling away suddenly.

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