He kissed her deep and hard, gliding his tongue over hers with swift, lustful sweeps. He had his hands flat against the wall and his chest against hers, pressing into her. Her arms were around his broad shoulders, her hands on his neck, holding him loosely. A few moans and grunts came from the bottom of James’ throat as they made out intensely, however, Tara seemed slightly unresponsive. She had her back leaning on the wall and her arms round him, but no moans signalling that she was enjoying it escaped her. Her eyes weren’t constantly closed either - they kept flicking open as though she had something else to concentrate on. James didn’t notice Tara’s lack of enthusiasm and attempted to take it further. He moved down, planting little kisses on her neck and lightly sucking her skin. Tara just stood there, not responding much, her arms still around James’ shoulders. She tried to absorb some of the pleasure by closing her eyes tightly, but it wouldn’t work. Her mind was somewhere else. James, still failing to notice how absent-minded Tara was, trailed his kisses down her neck, reaching just above her breast. He moved his hand up Tara’s top and began stroking her through her bra. As he became more and more excited, he began groping Tara, more and more roughly. Tara didn’t even look like she was enjoying it one bit anymore, she just looked fed up.
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