She interrupted with a cough. Finally their order was ready and he walked back to her table. He opened the door with the confused expression of someone who had just gotten to sleep when they were woken up. I smile and my eyebrows bounce under the mask. Her mouth clamped down on his hair, jerking his head back into place and shoving her hairbrush into his mouth.
Her voice was a low, sultry whisper.
I lay back, and let his tongue please me and his lips tease me. I decided I hated him, for no other reason than my parents had decided that I would marry him, and did so with the fiery passion and single-mindedness that the young can muster. She laughed in his ear, and stepped back. Thank you for the evening. He licked it from the back of his hands, then wrung his hair out and lick that up as well. Night Shyamalan of kink. I hold on to his head with my hands, letting the pleasure consume both of us.