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This wasn't the first time that Cynthia was tasting Emilia's lips. After all, her partner's first kiss was with none other than her, but the sensation this time was completely different.
Her partner's kiss that night had been full of desperation and insecurity, and had made her feel a mixture of both pity and panic, though the exact source of those feelings was unclear, even to Cynthia herself. This time, however, Emilia's kiss was hot, teasing, and full of confidence.
The way she alternated between kissing Cynthia's upper and lower lip, from a gentle brush to passionate oppression, the emerald-eyed girl could already feel her mind turning fuzzy. She couldn't help but think that her partner's lips were truly soft and luxurious, and mere mortals were simply unworthy of being served such a delicacy.
With her hands still bound tightly against her back as she was firmly held in Emilia's lap, Cynthia could only close her eyes helplessly.
