hard edges of his desire smoothed at my hesitation. “Are you alright, Alice?” Jameson asks. It’s then I realize my nails are digging into the backs of his hands, helping him hold me up and open for his twin. Tristan’s eyes never leave mine despite me being bared to him for the first time. “I…I need to shower…” I whisper, reddening. My friends who’ve had sex often regale me with stories of oral sex, saying it’s way better than actual sex. Knowing Tristan aims to use his mouth, I can’t help but to be self conscious. They both answer my worries with deep chuckles, but Tristan is the one to speak.
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