[ He actually lets out a gasp of genuine surprise when she grabs that syrup and pours a few drips onto him. Muscles tense and he shifts just slightly, if only to stop it from dripping much lower, letting out a surprised laugh. ]
Shit, Sara. Seriously?
[ But then her mouth is on his skin again, and far be it from him to complain about that. He purrs approvingly, wetting his lips and running his fingers through her hair encouragingly. ]
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Shit, Sara. Seriously?
[ But then her mouth is on his skin again, and far be it from him to complain about that. He purrs approvingly, wetting his lips and running his fingers through her hair encouragingly. ]