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His tongue traces along her bottom lip, as if asking her for her permission, as if.. Unsure whether or not it can trespass within her lips,
His hands move down to her hips as the kissing continues, planting themselves there firmly in order to keep her and him on balance. He breaks the kiss, his forehead against hers. "You were saying?" He whispers.