Mouths. Soft, warm, pink and acerbically bitter from beer. Underage drinking at its finest. Two good friends share a drunken kiss in the shadows sitting on a picnic bench. It startles the younger one even though he is the one who has initiated this meeting of the mouths by leaning in, his tongue rough, wet, sloppy and darting. He’s just shy of
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*slinks off to bed with an evil glint in her eyes*
(seriously though, i loved this)
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