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hanna sings about fist fighting with fire just to get close to someone, his hands bracket my hips

Kingston presses his ames with you, Jazz”

My breath catches as he starts grinding into ames?”

His teeth cla asp and wince He never answersme out of the ballroom

“What are you doing?” I try jerking away from him, but it’s no use

Kingston’s head snaps back “Just shut the fuck up before I throw you over my shoulder”

I’ but follow He turns the handle on a few different doors before finding one that’s unlocked Kingston whips the door open and shoves me into a darkened room

My eyes don’t even have tiainst ues battle for supre a trail of kisses down my neck as he kneadsit dohile his are pawing the back of my dress

“Where the fuck is the zipper on this thing?”

“Left side,” I pant

He finds the hidden zipper, yanking it down before pushing the straps off ue ihtened bud before sucking it into his mouth

My head falls back “Oh, shit”

I push Kingston’s suit jacket off while his niers work the buttons of his shirt Once his bare chest is exposed, I slide es of his chest and abdo my fist up and down

Kingston releases a strangled groan “Fuck”

I step out of the dress, pooling at h where I can see the whites of his eyes widen as I drop to ston’s pants down over his hips and, without preamble, suck the flared head into my mouth My nails bite into his ass as I bob up and down before openingof curses as I s, bringing hiue on the underside of his cock before releasing him with a pop