**zinhle duma**
we stared at each other's eyes, he put his whiskey on the dressing table before pulling me over for a deep kiss, i responded. the kiss got heated, i pulled out.
thato: what now?
me: i.. no... we...
thato: fuck hlehle, what the hell is going on?
he attacked me with his lips again, i responded to it since his lips are my weakness. the next seconds our clothes flew over the space, he picked me up to the bed i stopped him.
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