“Why don’t you do something a little depraved? Can you do that, sweetheart?” Her eyes are wide, swiftly searching my face. The primal urge to pin her hips with mine is almost unbearable but I don’t move, waiting to see if she’ll object. Finally, she holds up the chocolate bar, looking at me questioningly, before she whispers, “What does this have to do with anything?” Slowly, I grin. I’m salivating. The anticipation of her reaction already tastes so sweet on my tongue. “You’re going to go in the back, unwrap this.” I tap a finger on the Snickers bar. “And slide it up your pretty cunt.” Her
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