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Isis was blushing, her insides tickling…the heat from her feet spreading through her body as his hand touches her hair. “I have missed you” she confessed. Her lips partly open as soon as the words slipped out of her mouth. Immediately, Omarion was gripped with that passion, that urge that he could not control whenever she was around him. Isis had pressed the right button. Omarion lost control of his senses and every single thing that had often held him from having his way around Isis. He grabbed her waist, pulled to his body and sauntered on her full lips.

His hands were now on her face as he held it closely with his palms. All he could hear was Isis’ breaths brushing the hairs on his neck as he harassed her lips. Isis raised her hands and cupped around Omarion’s neck. She kissed him back, allowing her tongue roll freely in his mouth. They sucked each other up gracefully, passionately…with every iota of strength they had. Isis released her fears…she allowed Omarion use her just the w