Jessica Jung, the girl who likes slapping people real hard on the arm.

When she’s excited, slaps. When she’s in rage, slaps.

“Ouch ouch stop it Jessi! Stop it!”

“What? I’m sorry! It’s like my reflex!”

“Don’t you dare slap my arm again! It hurts so bad and my arm starts to swell you know.”

“I-I’ll try. I’m sorry Tiff.”

“Seriously, is there anywhere other than arms that you can slap on?”

“Well if you don’t mind me slapping your face then I think so.”

“Ha. Ha. Jessica you’re so funny.”

“It’s you who asked.”

“Hmph fine!” The said girl pouts.

Whenever Tiffany pouts, her bottom lip will be jutting out burying her upper lip. The moist flesh reveled are like mature strawberries, so ready to be tasted and chewed.

“You know what, I might just slap your lips instead.”

“WHAT?!!!”

“Chill Fany, I didn’t say I’ll slap your lips with my hand.”

Jessica leans dangerously close, Tiffany didn’t budge; then breathes out slowly, makes sure the other can feel how hot she is.

“I’ll just slap your lips with mine.”

Jessica finally leans in and unexpectedly she gets a reply.

Those lips sure taste like strawberries, maybe, even better.