[Rinne doesn't hesitate. He takes Ai's breast between his lips and savors her in the way he said he would, in the way that pinched her thighs and tickled her very core. He devours her ravenously. He hums as he sucks on the tender peaks of her breast, breathing her in, and moans when his tongue tastes the salty skin. He leaves trails of kisses up her neck. She's delicious, and she doesn't even have to dress herself to make him think that. The meal is not her meat. He's after the thigh beating in her chest, the one that beats against it when he kisses her each time. He's the one who can make her do that. He's the one who can make her happy.]
Good. [He kisses her deep. He rasps against her lips.] Then look at me. Tell me what you want.
[Because his fingers are inside her again, rhythmically frantic, working her hard until she screams his name and comes.]
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Good. [He kisses her deep. He rasps against her lips.] Then look at me. Tell me what you want.
[Because his fingers are inside her again, rhythmically frantic, working her hard until she screams his name and comes.]