“Ahhhh!” she screams out in horror as his head rises slow from between her thighs. “No biting!” she screams out again with a tug at his hair. “Geez. Alright. Just calm down,” he teases with a flick of his tongue as she consoles herself. “At least have the decency to kill me and cook me before you eat me,” she jokes as she rubs the particularly sore bit and sits her bare ass on the ottoman next to him. “Sorry, I didn’t think it’d be that painful,” he feigns, sympathetically. “Well, shit. It really did,” she complains. “Well, sar-ree! I guess I’ll just never do that again,” he mocks. “N– Not never,” she stammers. “Ugh, you’re pathetic,” he scolds as he redresses himself. “Get up. We have to be at the restaurant in thirty.” She sighs, “We could try the shower?”
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