rated M because of curse words and slight . not really a . so, read it at your own risk :)  

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It's hot. That's all she can say right now although she's totally , but she feel hot. The touch that roaming around her bare body only made her feel the burn. She sigh, as the palm cupped her mound, squeeze it gently. She closed her eyes, distracting herself and focus at the touch, feeling it and trying to make herself turn on. She can feel her sensitive spot getting wet but that's because the tongue that circled around it and that makes her feel more frustrated. She wanted to feel the desire, the lust and the feel of having but she failed. She open her eyes almost immediately and push the hand that touching her body.   "What's wrong?"   "Nothing Momo. It just, I don't feeling it. I’m sorry.” She quickly gets up and collect her clothes that scattered around the floor and wear it. She turn around, look at the girl named Momo who look dumbfounded and she gave her apologetic look.   “I’ll buy you dinner next time. Anything you want to eat, okay?” She said, and leaving the room. She ruffled her hair and groaning out of frustration. Why can’t she feel it? It supposed to be easy. Get , touch here and there, and boom, done. But, she can’t. She’s not even close to getting turn on.   “Pathetic.” She uttered under her breath. She walks at the empty aisle, alone. Didn’t care that it’s creepy and the sky is totally dark. Her path only accompanied by the moon light and the street light.   She remembered the night, exactly two weeks ago. She had her first , and that’s the only time she totally feel turn on. Only that one brunette who can actually make her feel the desire that no one can give it to her. She try to look after the same girl but she’s nowhere to be found. She search at the same club she met her, but the bartender said that they never see the girl after that night.   She sigh. She’s totally ed up.   First, because she wanted to meet the girl so badly. Second, she’s getting turn on just by remembering that night. She need to touch herself now.   She fastened her step. She needs to get home as soon as possible. A ding sound can be heard, the elevator’s door wide open. She step in, and press the number 7, and the door closed. Once she arrived at the right floor, she step out. Fished out the key inside her pocket, she unlock her apartment’s door, push the door and step in before lock the door back.   Without care about anything else, she take off her clothes and throw it aside. She walks to the couch and laying down. Spreading her legs, she started to touch herself while