It’s a brief exchange, barely lasting even a second, but it feels like an eternity. The sensation of her soft, moist lips making contact fills you with a warm feeling, one that you could almost describe as nostalgic. You stare wide eyed as she backs away from the kiss, a thoughtful look on her face. Who the hell does she think she is, kissing you like that?
“That was…” she begins, licking her lips as if to taste any residual parts of you that got left behind. “That wasn’t nearly enough.”
The Supreme Leader goes in for round two, barely opening her mouth to envelop you in her kiss. She leans into you, her top-heavy form nearly toppling you over. Her lips gently massage yours as her tongue writhes in your mouth. You attempt to back away, but that has her pull you into her unwanted embrace even harder. She breaks briefly, only to immediately resume, barely giving you a chance to catch your breath during the onslaught. You are being devoured.
Soon, she starts moving away from your mouth and down towards you chin, giving brief kisses as she makes her way to your neck. Her tongue traces the side of your neck as her breath chills your skin. Lower and lower she goes, showering your beaten body with praise from her lips. You feel a bit of guilt as some of the pain is alleviated by the intimacy. You feel her get to your waist, slowly approaching the area that is now in the most need of her. Then she stops.