My mouth tasted of Parker–the sweet bite of whiskey, the salty tang of his skin. I wanted more, and I gave into the craving, a sinful indulgence as I licked and teased, my tongue the devil’s own instrument of pleasure leading my body through a night of lust and ecstasy.
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My eyes graze over him for a slow count to ten: tousled brown hair, broad shoulders, chiseled chest narrowing to a slim waistline. And oh, those abs–tempting me with promises of paradise. Every dip and ripple in his body sends currents of pure pleasure reverberating through me, hungering to be touched, tasted, and explored. I reach out a hand, mirroring my reflection in the pale shards of glass, eager to find out what untold pleasures we can discover together.