From across the room I watch Julia Fontanelli lean down over Nara Lemos on the brown sofa, blonde hair falling onto dark. All week they have been stealing glances, and now the waiting is over. Their lips meet in hot, slow kisses that quickly grow passionate, lustful and naughty. Soft moans slip out between every kiss, fingers tangle, bodies press closer. Neither wants to be the one who pulls back, so they simply don't. I can only sit here and let them make me jealous.

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