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As we kissed, I immediately noticed how both similar and alien it felt. It somehow felt like Logan's mouth, and as Luke's tongue probed my mouth, I was still keenly aware that this was not Logan. The kiss was different, but it, coupled with Luke's hands roaming my body, served to harden my nipples. I felt Luke's cock, still in his shorts, grow and press into my hip, and as my hands skimmed down his hard body to his waistband, Logan began to strip me out of my shirt. I broke my kiss with Luke just long enough for my shirt to clear my head, and then, as Logan unhooked my bra, Luke continued to kiss me, our tongues forcefully and almost desperately colliding. As soon as my breasts were freed, Luke began to kiss his way down my neck, and I turned to instead kiss Logan. This was a kiss I expected and was used to, just as desperately passionate as Luke's but somehow more intense and definitely more familiar. I felt Luke work on my zipper as he kissed and sucked his way across my breasts, and I helped him by squirreling my way out of my shorts and wet panties.
