[ He lets out another groan as he buries his face against the crook of her neck again. Every part of him, just wants her to sit on his face, so he can turn her into dessert again. But they do still have a bit of work to go.
His hand slides along the hem of her bralette until the palm of his hand lands on top of one of her perfect sized breasts. His other hand moves away from the waistband of her shorts to lightly grasp the back of her neck.]
Work now, but how about later we clean up at my place?
[ He asks, lightly biting at her earlobe as there's no mistaking what he means by clean up. ]
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His hand slides along the hem of her bralette until the palm of his hand lands on top of one of her perfect sized breasts. His other hand moves away from the waistband of her shorts to lightly grasp the back of her neck.]
Work now, but how about later we clean up at my place?
[ He asks, lightly biting at her earlobe as there's no mistaking what he means by clean up. ]