All the people around them, coming and going, were envious.

A man and a woman kissing in the street, the autumn breeze, the fallen leaves, they all formed a beautiful and moving picture.

Joyce was wrapped in his arms, unable to move.

And the people all around were whispering.

"Wow, what a handsome man, it's so happy to be kissed by him, I want to be that girl so badly. It's so cool!"

"The women aren't bad either, are you half as pretty as she is?"

"Do they just have to do that in the street?"

"Ouch, too ashamed to look at it."

"So horny, so horny, can't stand it."

the already blushing Joyce were now even more afraid to open her eyes. At the moment her brain was sober, and out of control was the temperamental man

and only wanted to find a place to

her deeper and deeper,

felt the pain and finally let go of

of his wet lips, and a faint taste of blood permeated his

you know

were hot, and the strange looks she received

he

anger. He squeezed her wrist with one hand to keep her from leaving and caressed the soft, slightly swollen corners of her lips with the other hand, rubbing them repeatedly,

turned her face

kiss you?

unrelenting

as red as a cooked shrimp, hot and burning. How could he just ask her such questions

a fit of rage and

when he bent

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