As he licked his lips, I moved a bit closer to where he sat. “Up on the table, Nami. Don’t be shy. I’ve seen what you’re about and I’m about that shit too. Open up. Feed me.” He didn’t have to tell me twice. I situated myself on the table behind me, opened my legs and allowed access to my holy grail. It was bald without panties, just the way he’d left it. The only major difference was the washing it had this morning after I rose. “Good girl,” he commended before pulling his chair up.
