As Emily's lips almost reached mine, I pulled back.
"What are you doing?" I asked with a nervous chuckle.
Emily frowned a little. "Kissing you?"
I shook my head. "That's not happening".
"Why?"
"Because you just tasted my precum". I replied.
"That has never stopped you before". She replied and her frown deepened.
"Well it's different when I see you actively tasting it". I replied and adjusted my waistband properly around my waist.
She scoffed and said nothing in response. I wrestled with a smile.
"You're mad".
"I'm not". She replied and stormed towards the gate.
I hurried after her. It was easy to catch up with her short strides.
I threw my arm around her shoulder. I'll kiss you this evening when you've washed it off. I said".
Emily jabbed me in the side with her elbow and I exaggerated the effect. She rolled her eyes and continued walking but I could tell her mood had lifted.
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