Vlad responded eagerly to that kiss, his tongue moving forward to meet hers. She always tasted wonderful, and party food and punch flavour was no exception to this.
But too many clothes, he couldn't agree with that more. Which was why he readjusted how he was holding her so he was back to both hands holding her up, but only so that he could hook his thumbs into her panties. At which point he remembered that in order to get those off he'd need to put her down...which he really would rather not do. Damn.
Too reluctant to break off the kissing entirely in order to speak, he opted for getting words out in between. "Are you..." He hadn't even particularly liked the punch at the party but the taste of it in her mouth was an entirely different matter, "...particularly...attached to these?"
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
