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“What do you think you’re doing?”
He started nervously. “Er, having something to eat?”
“A banana, I see.” There was a tone in her voice, and his pulse jumped.
“Yes. After last night, and the early hours, and then this morning …” he trailed off. “I was hungry.”
“Hungry,” she repeated. “In that case, there’s something I’d much rather you were eating …”
It wasn’t a banana. But he wasn’t complaining – he always did love the taste of her cock.