“Look at you.” He bites his lip, nostrils flaring in hunger. “You’re wet down to your thighs.” He tilts his face up to the ceiling, choking out an overwhelmed exhale, pulling his focus back down to watch himself do it again. “Do I need to go down there and clean you up with my tongue?” He turns his eyes up to my face and gives me a wicked smile. “You see how wet you’re making me? Look, Gigi.”
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