“Sorry. xx video It was a quick kiss, nothing salacious or provocative about it. Our first real kiss had been after our first date, as I awkwardly walked her up the cement path to her parent’s house, nervous that her father was spying from the window, a shotgun in hand, as we shared a tender kiss on the porch. She repeated this motion, again and again, faster each time, essentially rubbing her self closer to climax against me, as my clit became drenched in her wetness. I could feel the jealousy in the room, almost stopping me from entering and sitting down next to her. “A thousand times”, she started, the hurt feeling already resurfacing, “I would have forgiven him.
