With each drop of juice that trickled onto my lips, I felt myself surrendering to the delicious torment, my body alive with desire.
Squinting with my legs and the orange fulfilling its purpose, it rubbed against my resolve. I moaned, a guttural sound escaping me as pleasure washed over me in relentless waves.
"Opening my legs, I breathed uncontrollably, the air heavy with the scent of citrus and desire, my senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating blend of sensations.
"That was going to be the last," he said, his voice a husky murmur that sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through me, "but since your folds dropped my fruit, I'll resolve to this."
