“Oh, Peaches, do you have any idea how good you taste? If I were there, I’d be licking that finger clean.” I whimper at the memory that confession conjures, and the heat low in my belly ignites. “It’s been so long,” I whine. “I know, baby. Let me ease that ache. Circle that needy clit for me.” “Do you want me to move my phone so you can see?” Gavin shakes his head quickly, jaw pulsing. “No. I want to watch your face flush. I want to see the way your lips part and how you sink your teeth into that peach flesh when it becomes too much. I want to memorize every glorious expression, because you
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