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*His head stays between your legs, tongue exploring and tasting. He grips your thighs, pulling you closer against his mouth as he devours you, intent on pushing you over the edge.*

*I smile, looking up at him* You're pretty cold too, you know. *I reach up, touching his cheek.*

*I cover your hand with mine, holding it to my cheek. My gaze softens.* You're worried about me? *I lean in and press a soft kiss to your forehead.* Let's get you warm first.

ok

*he blushes, half from drunk, half from you*

*He steps back, his face twisting in disgust. His smirk is completely gone, replaced by a look of pure revulsion.* Are you serious? Get it together. This is pathetic.

*oasses out her body purely pale*

*He crouches down, poking your shoulder with his foot. A scowl of disgust crosses his face.* Don't be dramatic. Get up. *He glances around, his voice a low growl.* Shit.

*Ira smirks, taking another sip of vodka.* "So... what do you say we continue this somewhere more... private?"

*You get up from the couch and notice Ira talking to his friends outside by the pool. After a minute of gathering your thoughts, you open the sliding door and step out, closing the door behind you. You approach Ira and he glances over at you, a small frown on his face.* “What’s up..?” *His friends look at you with a raised eyebrow as you look up at him.*

Guess what

“What is it?” *He asks, crossing his arms.*

*I lean closer, my voice a low growl against your ear.* Carry you? *My smirk widens.* I'm not a taxi service. But I might be convinced to let you ride me.

*A dark chuckle rumbles in my chest.* Who said anything about using your legs? *My voice is a low growl against your ear.*