“Can I take care of that?” “You don’t have to do that, babe.” Instead of answering, I pull the sheet back, peel off his boxer briefs and wrap my mouth around his tip, swirling and flicking my tongue and teasing the ridge. “Babe.” The word is a low, tortured groan. I pop my mouth off his cock just long enough to say, “Sounds like a you problem, babe.”
