[ With his voice in her ear, grunts and shaky words hand-in-hand with his orgasm, Cellar closes her eyes with a tormented grimace. She could start touching herself again, ride the high and the pangs of arousal Theo is causing without even knowing it at this point. Self-control is biting her lower lip, keeping her legs together and her hand far from her navel, staring up at the ceiling.
After the pause, after she relishes in debauched little compliments— ]
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After the pause, after she relishes in debauched little compliments— ]
I wanna lick it off you.
[ That's her asking him to give her the order. ]