[ he can't stop smiling stupidly, her touch evincing a hitched breath from him as his fingers slowly draw out of her, dragging up to linger with firm pressure on her clit as he glances around for his phone on the nightstand. as he leans over to get it, his hand slides further down again, past her entrance, until his fingers still against her asshole. he pretends to be totally fixated on that menu and punching in the digits as they begin to very slowly crook against that tight entrance absently, lubricating it slightly with wet fingers rubbing small circles so casually that it almost seems unintentional. almost.
it's not until he puts the phone to his ear and someone answers that he meets her eyes and flashes her a particularly devious look that says otherwise. ] Yeah, I'd like to place an order. Delivery.
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it's not until he puts the phone to his ear and someone answers that he meets her eyes and flashes her a particularly devious look that says otherwise. ] Yeah, I'd like to place an order. Delivery.