EXTRACT FOR
Stuck On You
(Abby Linwood)

She turned on the lights and as soon as we got inside, I turned to her and kissed her passionately. As we kissed, I pushed her back against the wall and put my hands on both sides of her face. Her hands wrapped around my torso as she held me as tight as she possibly could. Our bodies were as close as they could be, and I felt her body heat against mine. All blood started to flow from my head to my cock, and it probably wrecked my judgment even more than it already was.



"Wait," Hannah pulled away and wiped her lips, "what are we doing?" I knew sober me would have asked that same question, but instead of answering her I just started shushing her. 



"Don't ruin it with questions I don't have the answer to anyway," I changed my facial expression to a more serious one. Some part of her knew that I wouldn't be doing this if it weren't for the alcohol, but it was up to her to either stop it or take it advantage of it. 



After a few seconds, she gave me a small nod that signaled that I should continue. I started kissing her neck, and she tilted her head back to let me know she was enjoying it. She started pushing me back with the weight of her body, and soon my legs hit the bed where she made me lie down on my back. She smiled before she climbed on top of me and grabbed both of my wrists and held my arms down over my head. She kissed me passionately on the mouth before she moved down to my neck. She planted a few small and gentle kisses on my neck, before she let go of my hands and started to pull up my t-shirt. I sat up slightly to let her pull it over my head, and she leaned back to give my body a long look, like she was looking at an old friend she hadn't seen in a while, I guess that was also kind of true.