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“But I need more, and I need you to think about that.” This wasn’t the right time to get answers out of him. This was the time to sprinkle crumbles that he could inhale later when he was ready. When he was alone. When he was reflecting about today. “I want to be the girl whose pussy you eat on top of your desk, but I also want to be the girl you cuddle on Sunday mornings.”

He stared, unblinking, his tongue slack against me.

“Now, are you going to kiss me with that wet mouth?”

“Or?”

“Are you just going to make me come?”

He flattened his tongue, gently dragging it up and down my clit before he moved on to his fingers, licking me off them as he stood. From inside his wallet, he pulled out a condom and set it beside me. His pants then dropped, his boxer briefs next, exposing that beautiful, massive cock. With his teeth, he tore off the corner of the foil packet and aimed the latex at his tip, rolling it down his shaft.

“Declan …”

Once he finished, he pumped himself several times and looke
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