Mika's experience with kissing boys was small and none of them had made her go weak in the knees. She wasn't even sure if such a thing could actually happen outside of movies, romance novels, and lies girls told their boyfriends to make them happy. That was then, this was now. Dante had his hands secured around her body to hold her up while his mouth was busy thoroughly ravishing her own. The girl's body was humming in pleasure and the moans she was letting out were giving vocal proof of that. He was purring as he trailed his mouth down to her neck and then up to her ear.
"Baby," he purred, against her skin. "Don't tell me you've never been kissed."
"I've been kissed!" she protested, as a blush blossomed on her face and she looked away before adding. "Just not that well."
"Well," he chuckled, bending over her for another go. "Let's make up for lost time."
The young blonde opened her mouth to respond when Dante latched onto her mouth and resumed kissing her, this time employing better use of his tongue. The soft moans coming from the girl caused him to chuckle against her mouth and maneuvered her body to bend over backwards, while she braced herself against the desk with her hands before slowly laying down on the hard wood.