Concetta then sauntered up to Dylon, leaned up on the toes of her shoes and pulled him by the chin into an eager kiss. She wasn't the most gentle but there was nothing desperate or needy about her. Her body leaned against him, tongue pressing through his lips in a declaration of her intentions, loud and clear. Her free hand, hidden between their bodies, dragged across the front of his pants, manicured nails audibly dragging against the fabric. She wasn't shy about touching and rubbing what she wanted, a borderline inappropriate action for a simple hallway kiss but Deus had probably seen worse. As she pulled away his bottom lip was tugged between her teeth, just so, before Dylon was finally released and she stepped back out of his grasp with a come hither gaze.
Her head nodded towards the hall, "Lead the way."
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