I kiss gently, I do not press, despite the fact that I want the opposite. I would say that I did not kiss girls like that, even as an inept schoolboy. Gently I run my tongue along her lower lip, instinctively fearing Zhenya's negative reaction. However, she is not. Worst of all, there is basically no reaction from her. And it's wildly annoying. I'd rather bite or move my foot, by God. Infuriates. So much so that the next moment, not at all afraid of what might fly to me, I wrap my arms around Zhenya's neck, with the other, squeezing her waist, I press her closer to me.

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