The tequila taste lingered faintly on my lips, and my thoughts circled back to the kiss. xx video My aunt caught me glancing back toward the living room and waved me into the kitchen. “Naughty position!” she groaned, throwing her hands up in exaggerated frustration. Yet, my sister’s big smile even through the pain, surprised me – what kind of punishment was this? “Is this, like, normal? Squatting’s a little tougher. The kiss lingered, deepening as she pressed into him. What happens at the Christmas party stays at the party.”
The group immediately echoed, “What happens at Twatmas, stays at the Twatmas!” in unison, their laughter roaring like a wave. You can’t do it just to be an ass. whatever this game is.”
I glanced down for a second, unsure of how to phrase it without sounding clueless.
