[There's that spot that makes her balance go wobbly, knees weak even though she's on her back and firmly planted on the bed. She lets out a woosh of air, and slams her eyes shut.]
Yeah, yeah, i'm already regretting this.
[But a game is a game, and she can still brush her lips against his forehead, his hairline, his temples and his cheek, before all there's left to kiss other than hair is his ear. He's too slippery.]
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Yeah, yeah, i'm already regretting this.
[But a game is a game, and she can still brush her lips against his forehead, his hairline, his temples and his cheek, before all there's left to kiss other than hair is his ear. He's too slippery.]