I woke up with a very promising dream, where Andrea and I continued what we started during the appointment without interruptions.
Xavier growls as he remembers how he was interrupted just as he was about to taste his mate.
I bet she would have tasted as good as she smells.
I snorted. Dude you are whipped. I know how you know what wet earth tastes like but how do you know what lavender and linens taste like? You’re being ridiculous.
Whatever, at least I can have a creative mind. Xavier then plays a series of images in my mind that has the hard-on I woke up with become even harder, if that were possible.
Dude, why? I groan.
So you would stop being a stubborn headed ass and get our mate.
Xav, I am tired of you always whining about her and talking about her. We’ve had this convo-
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