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"Eres mío," He pushes into her gently, with her head in his arms.
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"Do it properly, if you want to," He trapped her in his arms, waiting for her kiss.
Kimimela's lips press against his as his hands grip her neck. Her fingers through his hair as they soon found their rhythm and were buried at the moment.
Ava smiles at them. She was going to tease the hell out of Kim when they get home.
"Do you still wanna go to my place?" He says, softly.
Kim looks him in the eyes, she blinked. "I don't think I can," She says feeling, Miran hard under her.
"Alright," She got off him.
"Wow, that was intense," Jackson says.
"I have to go," Miran whispers. Kim rolled her eyes. She wanted to slap him, how could he leave her after that?
"Now?" She presses her lips in a thin line.
"Yes, I can't stay longer," He says You should stay longer, she begged her heart, hoping he wouldn't actually leave.