“You want me to give you a check-up, is that what you’re askin’?” I drawl. She stares at me wordlessly, her breaths shallow. Her pink tongue darts out to swipe at her lower lip, and the wet trail it leaves is nothing short of profane. “I— Maybe?” Her voice is gorgeous, husky. Ripe with desire. “That’s very considerate of you,” I tell her, and start playing with the loose strands of her hair. Goosebumps lift the small hairs on her arms. “Gettin’ yourself prepared so we can all spread you out and fill you up with our cum.”
