“You didn’t shave for him, but I don’t recall you being bare for me,” he says, the timbre of his voice rumbling against my chest. “So who have you been fucking in my absence?” Tracing along my seam, he creates a repetitive sweeping motion, each time rubbing my clit on the descent. My throat constricts until it hurts, and I frantically suck in air, trying to keep myself from exploding. One little touch from this man, and I’m already there. “N-no one,” I answer between staccato breaths, swallowing the moan burning at the base of my esophagus. He parts me, making a tsking sound with his tongue.
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