Page 72 of Panty Dropper

The crab feed was the official kickoff of the tourist season. Every year attendance grew. I hadn’t gone since I took over managing the bar, but I knew the scene well. “As your friend, I feel like I need to warn you to take it easy on the sweet tea, it sneaks up on you.”

“The sweet tea?”

“It’s moonshine.”

“Ah.” Her eyes lit up and a wide smile lifted on her full lips. The sight sent a tingle straight to my balls.

She must’ve felt my dick jump inside of her because a rosy blush appeared on her already flushed face. I’d never stayed connected—literally or figuratively—to someone post orgasm. There was a raw intimacy to the moment that I was experiencing for the first time.

“Will you come by the bar after?”

“Maybe,” she answered. The same response she’d given me the first day I’d met her.

And just like then, I happily took it.

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