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“Me too, Ken...” I looked at her again, touching her already slightly flushed cheeks. “We've been doing this for a few weeks, right?!”

“I can't, Veronica...”

“I'm not saying anything.” I grabbed her hand. “I just want you to know that I'm here, I'm with you and I don't want to see you hurt. I just want to see you jumping and smiling.”

“Sorry for being like this. I… I wanted to be different, Roni, but…”

I interrupted her in the act: “You don't need to apologize to me. Stop that! Kendra, I just... I've never felt this way, and I like feeling this way. So good and so free, I just wanted to feel it with you.” I sighed. “And outside a closet.”

A small spark of sadness seemed to come over her suddenly.

“I can't promise you anything...”

I leaned over, leaving a kiss on her chin.

“Promise me you won’t give up on this, on both of us. Please.”

Kendra smiled.

“Does it look like I'm giving up on something, Torres?” The blonde mocked, kissing me again.

Her mouth tasted like whiskey, Coca-Cola and a hint of sin. And that was the best thing I had ever tasted in all my years. I couldn't put into words how insane the change in our relationship was, but I was completely immersed in each new experience I was having with Kendra.

Her fingers grabbed my hair and pulled me back, leaving my neck free for her delight while her free hand invaded my cropped blouse and groped my breast. Her warm mouth moved down my skin until she reached my sore nipple and took it into her mouth, sucking on it.

The only thing I clung to was her, and for an instant, the glimpse that she was everything I ever needed flashed through my mind. Because as much as there was a conversation and that there should be an “I” and a “you” within a relationship, I really wanted an “us” between Kendra and me. And I wanted it so much that it was painful.

Her attention left one breast and went to the other while I held myself back from moaning too loudly.

“You're going to ruin my panties like that, Ken.”

She looked at me at the same time that a naughty smile shone on her lips.

“Oh, then we better solve this problem, right, Roni.”

With absurd dexterity, she turned me around, leaving my back pressed against the wall.

“You just can't moan loudly, shorty.”

“Why you call me “shorty”?”

“Look at your size and look at mine... You're small, love.”

I was forced to agree. And the nickname wasn't so bad, I could get used to it. Kendra had called me much worse things in her life.

“Ok, now, please, I want to cum!” I declared, feeling my body getting hotter every second.

“Open your mouth…” She asked. And I obeyed, letting one of her fingers enter there.

I sucked on them, drooled all over while I was being watched by my every move. When she took it out of my mouth, she kissed me and it didn't take long for me to feel cold skin exploring me.

I moaned louder.

Kendra's free hand circled my neck and she squeezed me there.

“Are you going to cum for me in a closet, shorty?”

“Yes, yes…”