Finally, they call my name and I grab the armload of snacks and my drink, and Cammie takes hers. She dips her finger into the whipped cream, piled so high she can’t put a lid on it yet, and makes eye contact with me as she sucks it clean. The image of her lips wrapped around my cock, her face cupped in my hands while I fucked her mouth, slams into my brain like a freight train. My hard-on is instantaneous. I barely manage to contain my groan. I give her a look. She arches a brow. “What?” I lean down until my mouth is at her ear. “I know how talented that pretty mouth is.” I straighten and her
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