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This was insane, Mackenzie couldn’t think of another work to describe what was transpiring in the room right now. She had attached her mouth to the redhead’s neck again after breaking their kiss for air, still careful to not leave any marks. Just light bites and sucks here and there. She wanted to feel the redhead dig her nails into her skin again, she’d never pegged Tatum as a scratcher, or they type to allow things to go this far with her, but that was beyond the point. It had made the dull ache between her legs even worse.

In the back of her mind she was still worried that Tatum really didn’t want this, even though she had told the redhead that she was in control, would Tatum really stop her? She desperately wanted to ask if it was really okay for her to do this, she was so afraid of hurting Tatum. She was cheating on her girlfriend for her, it was extremely selfish of Mackenzie to want her to do this.

Tatum could have stopped it though, she could have stopped it several times when Mack had voiced her an option. She could have stopped it when Mackenzie had told her she was going to kiss her, and even now as Mackenzie trailed her mouth over the redhead’s chest, she could have told Mackenzie to stop. It took two to tango, as the old saying went, Mackenzie figured she may as well stop obsessing over making the wrong move and at least enjoy herself. If they were really going to do this she wanted it to be perfect, this was so much more than just a hook up to her.

Removing her hand from Tatum’s breast, she slid it down to the girl’s shorts. They had slid dangerously low thanks to Tatum’s actions and Mackenzie wasn’t sure how much longer she could stand to let them remain on the redhead. Unless of course, the girl decided to stop this. Squeezing the redhead’s hip, digging her nails in lightly, she moved back up to Tatum’s lips and pressed a chaste kiss on them. “Can I?” She asked breathlessly, tugging at the waist band of the shorts to convey what she wanted. Her heart was pounding in her chest, she rested her forehead on Tatum’s again, waiting for an answer.

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