05-27-2010, 04:46 AM
The battle of tongues - and wills - continued for quite a while longer. When Fynn won, his tongue roamed the inside of Leane's mouth, caressing the soft insides of her mouth and rubbing against her tongue. Upon losing, he pushed his tongue against Lee's, and suckled on it lightly, instead.
His knee had wiggled a way in between Leane's leg, and in such a manner, he did continue to kiss her - apparently, rather liking the idea of skipping over free period in favour of making out.
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