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The smile on her lips took over her entire appearance. The kiss still lingered on her lips as she looked up at Mike. She rested her hands on his waist before she stood on her tip-toes in order to press another kiss to his lips, then another, followed by several more. She would never get tired of it, of him. “I love kissing you…”
He hums against each kiss, just as greedy as he pulls her even closer and closer (the needy little shit). “I like your lips,” he retorted against her soft plush like pouts. The grin is evident on his lips as his nose brushes against hers and he blinks down at her serenely. “You’re so pretty,” he whispers, like a secret only for her ears and her ears alone, bubbling with a warmth that was reserved just for her.








