Mike's kiss was nothing short of a takeover. He didn't just kiss her; he colonized her mouth with a primal, overwhelming dominance.
'Mike... is not my lover! I can't kiss him...!'
His tongue was thick and muscular, sweeping through her mouth like a tidal wave, claiming every corner and every sensitive fold of her lips. Maya felt her own lips becoming swollen and bruised, her senses utterly ruined by the sheer intensity of his licking and sucking.
It was a sensation so foreign and so powerful that her brain couldn't even categorize it; it was a delicious, terrifying destruction of her ability to think. 'What is this kiss...? It's so disgusting... ugh...'
As the kiss deepened, Maya's hands, acting on a primal instinct she could no longer control, flew to her own massive tits. She began to squeeze them hard, her fingers digging into the heavy, aching mounds, her nails nearly grazing her skin.
