Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: My lips part in a sigh that turns into a small moan when Nate slides his tongue to meet mine. Our kisses grow deeper and more intense, our bodies so tangled I can't tell where mine stops and his starts. I feel like I'm falling, floating, flying. All at once. We kiss until my lips are sore and my skin sparks like I've been lit by a fuse. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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