Dear all dead people who are not Las. I will not write to Las anymore because I just do not want to. If she chose to live, she could have met La, this wonderful girl who could have become her best friend. But no, as her schoolmates say, she chose the easy way out. I love this girl. I think anyone who knows her loves her as well. La would love her too. This girl, she is so close to me. I never let any other female come this close to me. All dead people, you should meet her.
Last night we go to my friend's place to watch a movie. But of course my friend does not watch the movie. He asks his girlfriend to come and sit on his lap. They literary make out on a chair. If we let them go on for another few minutes, they will have sex right in front of us. I throw the remote at my friend as he flips a finger at me. But then, in his good sense, he carries his girl upstairs to his bedroom. We are left alone in the living room. The temperature increases by 5 degrees Celsius.
The couch is unusually comfortable. Her head is on my shoulder as she continues to watch the T.V. But I know she cannot concentrate on the movie at all. I half lie down and pull her on my chest so that she relaxes more. She fits against me so perfectly. I stroke her hair as she closes her eyes. I know she does not feel sleepy. She just relishes my touch. I put the backs of my finger against her cheek as she flutters her eyes open. She feels so much.
I cannot hold myself back anymore. I flip her under me and before she could make a sound, my mouth is on hers. I open her mouth further with mine and slide my tongue inside. She kisses me back with equal force. I pull her neck up slightly so that I can kiss her better. I reposition the pillow and lay her down properly so that she is not at all uncomfortable. She looks at me through lidded eyes. I dip my head down and kiss her neck, lick her there.
I continue to kiss her down up to cleavage. I look up to seek her permission. She just inhales sharply and that is all the confirmation I need. I gently pull down the strap of her dress and kiss on her shoulder. I bite her and kiss her until she moans my name. I love to hear my name from her voice. I pull her dress down and take it off completely. She is completely naked except her panty. God, she is a sight to behold. I kiss her stomach and then I kiss her there......
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Defeated
RomanceThe captivating and compelling Dae Habib communicates the sensual account that has softened many of courage. In Defeated, La left no hidden discovered, no sensation single, and no consciousness abandoned, but Dae's past stayed a puzzle. Quiet freque...
