Crave her.

You wrap your arms tighter around her, feeling her breasts flatten on your chest. Her smile becomes wider for a moment before she closes her eyes and sticks out her lips. Every part of her reeks of that perfume that pushes your lust beyond that of an animal. But worst of all, these gestures and touches she teases you with finally bring you to your breaking point.

You immediately lunge at her lips as your hands slide up her back and grab hold of her dress, holding her in place. The situation seems to be to her liking, as she cannot contain her giggle. It vibrates your lips with a playful voice and wets them with a sweet saliva. You know for certain it's more of that poison, but you don't want to resist it as you taste every bit of it. At this moment, you only wish to satisfy the painful yearning in your chest.

Soon, the kisses turn frustrating. Your erection pulsates with heightened sensitivity, craving any kind of stimuli. Taking big bites out of her lips no longer does any good besides amusing her. She is quick to catch on. Fully aware of your situation, her eyes stare with a false innocence, curious which part of her you would use.