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That’s the Victorians for you Repressed perverts

Then we go upstairs, to her bedroo--one lone crystal lae with a warm, deep red accent wall behind the bed Kennedy’s actual bed is hu puffy pillows that make me think of cumulous clouds It’s the kind of bed you’d want to stay in for days--and with the way Kennedy is looking at ht just be the plan

I stop in front of the fireplace, runningthe impressive marble mantel "This is nice"

Kennedy watches me from just inside the closed door "Yesit is"

When our eyes meet and hold, it’s like we both just know No words are needed Good or bad, right or wrong, everything that’s happened in our entwined lives has led us here--to this h "Coht into ainston tight

And we kiss like it’s the end of the world

The air goes thick around us and tiues fuck, our throats ency Kennedy arches inwhen my lips traverse the pristine expanse of her throat

"Brent" She gasps, fingers running through my hair "This is real Tell me this is real"

My eyes jerk up to hers and I cup her jaw in one hand "It’s real This is so real I can’t stop shaking"

She searches my faceand then she smiles Because she believes s for her--they’re indescribable It’s likepiss off Jack DawsonI’ of the world now

I slip one strap of Kennedy’s top down her arh to expose one pale, flawless breast I bend my knees, pepper the soft ht bud of her nipple Herwith approval as I suck on that hard point Worshiping it with