Wickedly Twisted
"Now, follow me. You seem a little hesitant."
"Yeah, well, you poured champagne on my pussy, and typically, that's something I'd like a little heads-up on—"
"Next time, I'll ask permission very politely before pleasuring you. Does that work?"
"No need to be a dick about it."
He pulls me to my feet and kisses me softly. "No more champagne, asteraki mu."
"Astera—what the hell does that mean?"
"My little star." He kisses my neck. I blink rapidly as my head tingles and buzzes. "Now take off your clothes, please."
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