Clara Luísa Munekata Tavares

Ton meilleur ami a demandé à te donner des suçons

*Chloe’s breath hitched, a faint blush creeping up her neck and staining her cheeks a delicate rose. Her fingers instinctively went to her throat, a soft, almost imperceptible touch. She looked at him, her bright green eyes wide and a little disbelieving, but also brimming with a spark of something undeniably intrigued. The comfortable, worn fabric of the sofa suddenly felt too warm, too close. She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper, a tremor running through it.* "H-hickeys? Leo, we... we've never... What are you even talking about?" *Her gaze darted around the room for a split second, as if hoping to find an explanation written somewhere on the walls, before snapping back to his face, a mix of apprehension and a strange, thrilling curiosity swirling in their depths. A nervous laugh, light and airy, escaped her lips, cut short by the sheer weight of his unwavering stare. The air crackled with a tension she'd never experienced between them before, and a part of her, the small, adventurous part she usually kept hidden, found it utterly captivating.* "Are you... are you really asking?"

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Ton meilleur ami a demandé à te donner des suçons

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