His voice was soft when he said it. Flicking against my nipples, quick, and light, and wet, until I made small noises. Fine, then just tell me yourself. What does that mean? I'm not sure, but I'll do my best, and that is the best I can offer.
In my head, I added, just because you never pass up apiece of tail, doesn't mean I don't, but I didn't say it out loud. No lap dances on company time, Douglas. He settled his hips against my thighs and did a small, powerful movement, somewhere between a wiggle and a push. It just seems wrong.
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