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CJ
“Rezzer,” I moaned, my hands tangled in his dark hair. I was leaning against the exam table in the medical unit, Rezzer on his knees before me. He’d grabbed the hem of my dress and lifted it up so he could cup my breasts. Since I was bare beneath—he didn’t give me any underwear, and I wondered if the lack was his doing, or if there really wasn’t any in space—his mouth was on me, his tongue laving my clit as he tugged at my n*****s.
“The doctor’s going to come in.”
He only growled as a reply, applying himself with a little more vigor to his actions.
I was close to coming. It didn’t take much these days. I was so sensitive, so in tune to whatever Rezzer did. He was that good.
“Oh s**t, I’m going to come.”
He growled again and tugged on my n*****s a little harder.
I was glad for
