Watching
the wet creature slide past the dark hairs of his moustache intrigued her in a
way she couldn’t explain. When
he bent forward to kiss her, she was too aroused to refuse. His
pale blue eyes came closer than they ever had and all she could do was stare
helplessly into them. It
was as if she floated higher and higher into the sky, never to set foot on firm
earth again. She
felt his moustache first, hot and coarse, and then his lips, cooler and wetter.
As
his mouth worked over hers, something pushed between her lips.
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