Meesha sat on the couch, her back against the plush cushions, while Xanqer sat beside her, facing her. His hands rested on either side of her, his fingers curled over the edge of the couch. "You look so pretty," He said, his voice low and husky, and Meesha's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink. Xanqer's eyes dropped to her lips, his gaze lingering on the soft, pink curves. He reached out, his fingers grazing her lips, sending shivers down her spine.

  Xanqer's eyes never left hers as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Meesha felt a surge of electricity run through her body, her heart skipping a beat. Xanqer's lips were warm and inviting, and Meesha couldn't help but respond to the gentle pressure.

  He kissed her again, his lips moving softly against hers, sending waves of pleasure through her body. He kissed the sides of her lips, his mouth brushing against her skin, making her shiver. He tilted his head, his lips grazing hers, the gentle friction sending sparks flying through her veins.

  Meesha felt a shiver run down her spine as Xanqer's lips grazed hers, his mouth moving softly against hers. He traced the curve of her lips with his tongue, the warm, wet sensation making her feel lightheaded. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth, his tongue tracing the curve of her lip, making her feel a rush of pleasure.

  He moved up, sucking her upper lip into his mouth, his tongue tracing the curve of her lip, sending shivers down her spine. He placed his lips on hers, his mouth fitting perfectly against hers, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body. He stuck out his tongue, licking her lips with it, the warm, wet sensation making her feel lightheaded.

  Xanqer's tongue traced the curve of her lips, licking around the edges, making her feel a rush of pleasure. He sucked her lips into his mouth, his tongue tracing the curve of her lips, sending shivers down her spine. Meesha felt a surge of pleasure run through her body, her heart pounding in her chest.

  As they broke apart for a moment, the tip of their noses still touching, Meesha felt like she was drowning in the depths of Xanqer's eyes. He said, his voice husky with desire, "I can kiss you all day."

  Meesha's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she laughed, the sound bubbling up from her throat.

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  Xanqer pulled back, a look of confusion on his face, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Meesha laughed again, her eyes shining with mirth, her shoulders shaking with amusement. "All day?" she asked sarcastically. "That's impossible."

  Xanqer's face leaned in, his eyes locked on hers, his voice low and husky. "Want to try?" he asked, his words hanging in the air like a challenge.

  Meesha's heart skipped a beat as she realized what she had gotten herself into. Before she could respond, Xanqer's lips crashed onto Meesha's, his kiss fierce and all-consuming. He kissed her with a passion that left her breathless, his lips moving in perfect sync with hers. Meesha felt like she was drowning in his kiss, unable to escape the overwhelming sensation.

  As he leaned in closer, Meesha's hands instinctively went to his shoulders, trying to push him away. But Xanqer didn't budge, his lips continuing to devour hers. Meesha's lungs burned from lack of oxygen, her chest heaving with desperation.

  Xanqer's kiss deepened, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. Meesha tried to push him away, but Xanqer's grip on her shoulders tightened, holding her in place.

  Just when she thought she was going to pass out, Xanqer finally detached from her. Meesha gasped for air, her lungs sucking in oxygen like a starving person. But before she could even catch her breath, Xanqer's lips were back on hers, kissing her with the same ferocity as before.

  Meesha felt like she was trapped in a never-ending cycle of kissing and gasping for air. Xanqer's lips were relentless, sucking and biting hers with a passion that left her breathless. Meesha's hands flailed wildly, trying to push him away, but Xanqer held her in place, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

  As the minutes ticked by, Meesha felt her energy draining away. Her lips were swollen and sore, her face aching from the constant pressure. Her mouth was dry and parched, her tongue feeling like sandpaper. But still, Xanqer continued to kiss her, his lips never faltering.

  Meesha tried to speak, to beg him to stop, but Xanqer's kiss was too intense. She tried to push him away, but he didn't budge. She even tried biting his lip, but he didn't stop. She bit his lip until she drew blood, but he didn't even flinch.

  He detached from her for seconds, then continued again. Meesha felt helpless and breathless as he kissed her.

  Was he really going to keep going for a whole day?

  Xanqer kissed her for minutes and detached from her for seconds to catch her breath. He repeated the cycle for the next three hours.

  Meesha felt drained of all her energy as he kissed her. She felt like she was really going to die. Her face hurt, and her lips were so swollen. She didn't fight back anymore as he kissed her. She just stayed there, breathless and waited to die.

  Then, he finally detached from her. She felt dizzy. She breathed for air and looked at him with pleading eyes. He leaned forward, but he didn't kiss her. Instead, he whispered in her ear, "You got yourself into this. Do you want me to continue?"

  Meesha's eyes widened, her face flushed. She pushed Xanqer away, still gasping for air. "No," she said, her voice barely audible.

  With a sudden burst of speed, Meesha quickly ran away.

  Xanqer's eyes never left Meesha's retreating form as she hastily exited the room. Her slender legs carried her swiftly away, her skirt fluttering behind her like a fleeing bird.

  A slow smile spread across Xanqer's face, his eyes gleaming with amusement.