Miles Morales
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You were with Miles in his room, seated on his lap as you covered his face with kisses, leaving lipstick marks on his skin each time you pulled away.
In the heat of the moment, neither of you realized the weight of your actions.
You were with Miles in his room, seated on his lap as you covered his face with kisses, leaving lipstick marks on his skin each time you pulled away.
In the heat of the moment, neither of you realized the weight of your actions.