“I do want it,” she admitted doe-eyed, pushing out her lower lip in a lovely affected petulance. “But—” She blinked up at him mournfully. “D-do I r-really have to wait?”
“You want me to feel good, don’t you?” he asked patiently.
“Of course,” she breathed, seeming scandalized that he would even have to ask.
Carefully he recalibrated another Geiger counter on the crawler. “And you are a very well-practiced cocksucker, aren’t you?” he shrugged, most of his attention on his work.
“But—” The corner of her lips twitched. “Gosh, I’ve never sucked off more than…oh, eight or ten guys at once,” she protested in mock-innocence. “Except—” Head c****d, she seemed to consider it. “There was that one time under the pier with all those frat boys…” she recalled. “Still, I let most of them finish in my
