Glad to have your approval. [She says it with a teasing tone, but almost immediately she has a flashback to another time; with her on her knees and his thumb running along her lips. Glad to have your approval, she'd murmured then, before sucking first on his fingers when he asked, then his cock when he ordered, huskily, a few moments later.
She barely suppresses a little shiver with the memory, and stands on her toes to get the damn plates from where he told her. She's going to have to focus better than this; is she seriously this starved for his touch that just the memory of sucking him off makes her wet?
Pathetic, that's the word to describe her self control. Pathetic.]
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She barely suppresses a little shiver with the memory, and stands on her toes to get the damn plates from where he told her. She's going to have to focus better than this; is she seriously this starved for his touch that just the memory of sucking him off makes her wet?
Pathetic, that's the word to describe her self control. Pathetic.]
What're we drinking? Wine, beer?