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His breath was hot that night.
Hot like fire.
It burnt me where it shuddered across my skin.
Leaving me raw.
Longing.
Dizzy.
I lost it.

When she asked me how it was, I shrugged.
Did he keep offering drinks?
Did he ask to kiss you?
Did he lick his lips a lot?
Did he tell you, you were sexy?
I shrugged loosely.
My body felt weak.
Thinking of him.

She painted a delicate toenail.
Did he ask you to say kinky things?
She continued with the questions.
One
By
One
Her questions turned my face red.
Second
By
Second
Passed where her voice was the only one heard.

Did he suck your fingers?
Did he lick your earlobes?
Did he kiss behind your ears?
Did he lick your hips?
Did he swear when he came?
I blushed.
I didn’t want to answer.
I buttoned my lips.

Tell me.
She begged me.
I really want to know.
I shook my head slowly.
Bit my lip so hard it bled.
And stared at her pink toes.
Soft.
Pefect.
Like a baby.
And slowly the words came.

His breath was hot that night.

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