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"I told you it was a bad idea to leave that table."
Inhale. My mouth on his neck.
"Whose bad idea?" His lips on my ear.
Exhale. No panties and a short dress.
"Probably mine... oh God. Yeah. Just like that."
"You like that, Bella?" His fingers dance inside.
Breathe in. Hold it.
"Yes." Breathe out. Pull out. Push.
"Spread your legs farther. Let me in."
"Hold me up."
Collars and vintage cologne. Hard biceps and soft thighs. Fumble, unfasten. Slide.
Push. Lift. Tongues and lips.