[She should have seen that coming. Turnabout is always fair play, but that doesn't mean she has to like it. But she does, evident by the groan she pushes into his mouth as his fingers work against her maddeningly slow. She can't deny it feels good, rough hands against soft and slick flesh. She's so wet that she could never pretend it doesn't get her blood going. There's nothing here that says she won't let him hear about it, though.]
Jesus Christ... [A sharp nip to his lip makes her point stand out.] You're an asshole.
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Jesus Christ... [A sharp nip to his lip makes her point stand out.] You're an asshole.