PPGDlover23

Pudding was 18. Taruto was 19. That's where the trouble began. One hot summer's day, Pudding walked up to Taruto. Strange, she usually ran up to him. She nuzzled his arm and complained how hot it was. Tart turned around, ready to complain, and to his surprise, he was nose-to-nose with Pudding. She blushed and pecked his cheek. He blushed and, without saying a word, pushed his lips on hers. Heart pounding wildly, she pushed her face further into his. Suddenly, she tasted not only Taruto but a small iron tang. She had kissed Tart so feircely that his teeth had accidentally ripped a little skin off her lip. It hurt, but when he tried to pull