The kind of kiss that artists spend years trying to capture on their pages, their canvas, or their marble. The kind of kiss that makes a good girl wan...t to do bad things. The kind of kiss that makes a girl wet. I felt it hot on my lips. I felt it in every fiber of my being. I felt it leaving white-hot trails through my body, tracing the pathways of my blood supply. I felt it heat my extremities and curl my toes. Slowly, you lowered me to the ground. I could feel my body rubbing against yours.. .. as i kneel in-between your wide-spread legs & my attention re-focuses on your delicious organ u slide both your hands further down my ribcage & across my hips 2 my thighs urging my legs wider apart then start rubbing your fingertips between the cleft of my ass teasing my tightly puckered ass-hole & causing my entire body 2 ache 2 feel your huge thickness piercing deep inside me... your passionate moans drive me on relentlesslyas i keep trying 2 take your thick cock deeper & deeper down in2. Then we started are regular chat. We used to chat a lot. Soon she was free and will exchange some double meaning jokes on whatsapp. Even if she was married she was living alone as she does not share a good relation with her husband and there were constant conflicts between them. Her husband was a drunk. Even if he was working in a reputed company in Mumbai at a higher post, his thinking was a bit orthodox, he used to come home drunk and beat her.One day we were just talking some general stuff. They ran at almost breakneck speed through the forest, crunching sticks underfoot, barely missing low-hanging branches. The pain in his neck started to subside thanks to some strong liquid they forced down his throat once they were under protection of cover. They stopped just long enough for that, and then they ran and kept running.He could barely keep up with his own feet, making sure they didn't trip and send him sprawling, but even so he couldn't help but begin to look at the group that had.