“Gra’eth…are you dusting me with cinnamon?” “Yes, because if you’re going to force me to lick dairy off your body, I’m going to at least like the taste of it.” He seems pleased as punch as he finishes garnishing me. “Isn’t cinnamon worth a ton of money?” I ask dubiously as I see the amount of the spice I’m covered in. “Yep, and you’re worth more than all the cinnamon in the galaxy,” he says, leaning over to lick the whipped cream off my nipple. I arch my back, feeding the quickly hardening bud into his lips. “Worth.” He licks down my navel. “Every.” He loops his tongue around my belly button.
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