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Saïda's POV:

I immediately weakened and dropped the plate I was rinsing.

The feel of his warm breath against my neck, his soft kisses and the way he fondled my breasts, gently pinching my sensitive nipples and already making my head spin.

"Ohhh..." I moaned softly, putting my hands on the sink for support. My knees were already weakening.

Asahd glued his body to mine, his chest against my back and the hardness in his sweatpants rubbing against my butt. The tingle in between my legs had long began, meaning one thing. I was ready for him.

Slowly and already a little weak, I turned and faced him. He...