She tasted like Hershey's Kisses, and he kissed her all the harder for it. His hands cushioned her head from the hardness of the bathroom mirror. She kept making half panting, half moaning noises. He ground into her, making them rise in pitch. Her legs tightened around his waist with each thrust.
He pulled back when she began to unbutton his pants. He ran his fingers through her hair, struggling to catch his breath, and pulled loose a piece of blue string tangled in her hair. He leaned down for another kiss, forgetting he wanted to move to the bed.
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Date: April 23, 2004.