“Gabi.” Her eyes lift to mine. “What do you want to do tonight?” I wait, holding my breath to hear her response. I need her to guide this. “I want to see you come,” she says, and fuck if that, said in her breathy, nervous voice, isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Jesus. “I want to see you come too, Gabi. Been thinking about it since last week.” Her little hand moves, going straight for my dick, and it takes everything in me not to laugh at her eagerness. Even more, not to just let her. I don’t feel the urge to laugh because I’m making fun of her, but because I find so much fucking joy in
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