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play date

Greyson

Manhattan, NY | January 2, 2024

Her eyebrows shootup and she stares incredulously.

“Where are your manners, Greyson?”

I close the distance, angling my face up,

“Forgive me. Can you please bring me your toy? I’m not done playing with you.”

She gulps audibly and freezes.

“Now,” I urge.

I smack her ass, pulling her from her thoughts.

She darts toward her room, and I don’t miss the cute giggle she lets out.

I’m going to have fun with her.

When she returns, I hand her a water bottle encouraging her to drink. She hands me a purple vibrator and I examine it. She shows me its functions and what her favorites are. I stare adoringly before picking her up and setting her back on the counter. I adorn her neck and collarbone with kisses, turning it on the lowest setting, as I ease onto her swollen clit. I take note of her body and how she reacts to me. Her back arches and I turn up the setting, a silent challenge I hope she accepts.

“More,” she begs.

I’m happy to oblige, turning the setting up two more notches. I grip her thigh to steady her as she bucks against the vibrator. I swipe my tongue across my bottom lip and dip my head, slipping her nipple into my mouth. She’s getting close when she digs her nails into my arm. I switch, twirling my tongue around her breast as I tease the other.

“Fuck,” she cries out and I smile against her.

I kiss along her chest and neck, indulging in the taste of her skin. Waiting for her to ask nicely.

She whines, “can I please come?”

“I don’t know. Can you?” I chuckle against my ear.

She bucks against the toy, chasing her climax.

“Come for me.”

An order, a statement and an offering. She surrenders with my name on her lips, and I’m grateful to witness it. The vibrations continue, and she rides them out as she comes down.

“Fuck,” she breathes with a chuckle.

“You did so good.”

She beams under my praise.

“Would you like to pick up where we left off with breakfast? Or are you itching to dismiss me?” With a raised brow, I wait for her reply.

She sighs, looking down at herself and says, “I am naked in my kitchen, but I’m still hungry. You had more toeatthan I did.”

I laugh through my nose. “Thatistrue. I’d like to fix thatandget you cleaned up if you’ll let me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

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