Mila’s lips were soft and plush, like a feather pillow. Her warm mouth pressed against mine, sending tingles through my face, my lips stinging pleasantly. I slipped my tongue between her lips, opening her up.

My tongue rolled over hers, tasting her sweet, freshness, like a splash of water in the desert or the sweet nectar from a honeysuckle.

Mila moaned lightly and started to kiss me back. She leaned closer and I slipped an arm around her waist, ...