“Have you thought maybe I’m just really good at my job?” Smirking, I palm her breasts, pinching at her nipple. “I have, but I knew it would be different between us during the first meeting.” “How?” She hisses as I pull the taunt bud harder. “Because I watched your eyes flare with arousal at my condition after years of disgust. I saw it, and I knew it was dangerous. Because before we had even gotten to that part, I had been staring at the smear of cream cheese on your chin, unsure if it was another man’s cum or food. I was torn between jealousy and curiosity. Usually, I despise any mess, but I
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