I’ve always loved Kayla’s gusto about food. Since I’ve known her, she’s never been one to pick at her plate like some women do. I have to admit, though, that I’m surprised, and not just a little turned on, when she cracks open the end of the lobster tail to get the last of the meat out. My mind instantly goes to a naughty place, and I try to fight the urge for a moment or two, but when she starts chewing her lip again, I give in and rub my thumb along her delectable lips that I can’t wait to taste again. Her tongue flicks over my finger briefly before she sucks it into her mouth. Her teeth scrape gently on my skin while her tongue undulates over the pad of my thumb and she sucks me gently. A groan shudders through me as a bolt of electricity seems to shoot directly from my thumb to my c*ck
