He kissed me, a gentle press of lips. Maybe it was something else. I brushed my fingers down the line of his ass again, tracing the separation between the cheeks, until Out of it, he looked like he should have been going clubbing.
That last made me think he might be more sensitive than I'd thought. It was as if ma petite slipped into me. He dug his fingers through my curls and pulled my head sharply to one side, exposing a long line of my neck. Most of the men that came down there weren't looking for men, Anita.
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