Mark of the destiny

  “Trashy ex wants to talk. He has sent a message inviting me to dinner.” She holds her mobile at his face, “Should I go?”He replied in hmm sound without much attention.”Ouch…. That hurts!” he licked his bleeding lips and looked surprised at the sudden attack.“Can’t help. I’m a lip biter.”“Ah!” a second later she was pinned to the couch, “I swear to you I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name forever....... Is this better?”Satisfied, she hooked her arms around his neck, her lips brushed with his, creating the right blend of relaxation and tension. “Much better. Now, do as you said!”