Birdie's

“Can I have a taste?” Luke asked, caressing my waist with his hands. I turned my head to look at him and nodded, reaching down between my legs to run my fingers through the wetness Dad had caused.

Luke turned me in his arms, and I held my fingers up to his mouth. Just like I did with Dad’s, Luke wrapped his lips around my fingers and licked the juices off. His eyes stayed on mine while his tongue swirled around my fingers, and I smiled as I felt tingles inside of me.

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