Taste Test
The alcohol makes me bold. I sit close to him and put my hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle beneath his jeans. He smiles and nuzzles my cheek, and then pops a slice of cheese into my mouth. The texture is crumbly and the taste is sharp. It doesn’t really match the bottle of champagne we’ve bought, but I don’t care. I want him in my mouth right now.
‘I think about the way we made love last night. It was quick and intense. He’d pushed into me urgently, his fists knotted into the sheets, and I’d moaned and grunted each time he thrust, harder and harder. My cunt wrapped around him, took everything he had to give. The sheer animalistic nature of it made me hot, and I came quickly.’
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