Man's Best Wingman
I smirked, licking my lips as we pulled back from the kiss.
“Mmm, sure, it’s not just the kiss? Because I could get drunk faster on your lips than a bottle of saki.” Missy winked.
“Can someone please keep eating the sushi? I’m eager to be a more active participant.” Sheila moaned.
“Oh, I can make you an active participant if your guest doesn’t mind finishing the sushi,” Missy smirked, reaching behind her to unclasp her lingerie.