**OLÍVIA’S POV**I wrapped my arms around Gabe’s neck and tried to kiss him, but he didn’t let me, pulling his head back. “Want to taste me, Olívia?” I nodded innocently. Gabe handed me the whiskey bottle from the glass table, with a few drops of amber liquid left, and said in an authoritative tone, “Drink… and run your tongue where my mouth was.” I opened my mouth, letting the remaining liquid fall onto my tongue, and grimaced at the bitter taste. I rarely drank alcohol because of my condition, but this was different—it tasted like Gabe. After swallowing, I ran my tongue along the bottle’s neck provocatively, my eyes locked on his. I wasn’t sure if my husband would let me suck him, so I simulated a blowjob with the whiskey bottle, preparing myself for something I’d never done but dreamed of experiencing. With one hand, Gabe unzipped my pants and slipped his fingers under my panties, touching my pussy, making me burn inside and out. I moaned, still with the bottle in my mouth, as
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