Page 47 of Small Town Swoo

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Oh.

All that time for oh?

I wasn’t sure how a friend should reply to that.

A friend should tell me to fuck off and never talk to me again.

So a friend shouldn’t tell you she’s in bed. Or that she wishes you were here.

Not if she knows what’s good for her.

What else wouldn’t a friend do?

A friend would not tell a friend to put her hand between her legs and touch herself the way he wants to touch her.

How is that?

Slowly and softly. Like he’s stroking her with his tongue.

She didn’t reply, and my cock jumped as I imagined she was unable to type because she was doing what I said. But I had to make sure.

Should I go on?

Please.

Lick your fingers. Spread your legs.

My breath was coming faster now. My blood rushed hot and quick through my veins as I pictured her following my every command.

Put your hand between your thighs. Rub your fingertips over your clit.

Go slow.

I would take my time.

I want your pussy soaking wet for me.

I want to bury my face between your thighs and devour you.

Dash

The taste of your pussy. God. I can’t get enough. So sweet. Sugar on my tongue.

God

I want to make you come so hard.

Dash

I want to hear you say that.

And then it was Ari who took it up a level.

Call me.

I did as she asked without thinking.

“Say it again,” she whispered instead ofhello.

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