— “An infection, he’s walking around here, shaking his cellulite behind...” he muttered angrily, and I was just about to say to let him go, and there’s no point in pawing me for that very cellulite butt, and even as hard as he exhaled, sharply pressed himself to my lips, immediately penetrating his tongue inside and holding me possessively by the back of my head so that I couldn’t escape. This was my first kiss. No one had ever touched my lips before. No way. Neither an innocent dry gesture, nor a more cheeky one. And even more so, no one did such rude things to me. I have never kissed you so cruelly, so dirty, so persistently.