Chapter 245 STORY 66 – S-EX-CAPADES (II)

His hand on my knee is a match on gasoline.

And five years of carefully constructed distance goes up in flames in his living room.

I set my coffee down and his mouth is on mine before my hand has even left the mug.

His kiss is the same. The same pressure, the same angle, the same way he tilts my ch...

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