“Sorry,” I said, swiping the sour cream off of my chest and onto the tip of my right index finger. “I´ve been single for so long that I´ve become totally savage.”
His body language shifted, and I wondered which word made him nervous. “Savage, huh,” he said. He crossed his legs, probably trying to camouflage his stiffening cock growing in his khaki pants. I extended my arm so that my fingers hovered just in front of his mouth, and watched as Michael licked my index finger clean of the sour cream.
“Yeah,” I said. “Savage.”
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Cover art by Hector Gomez
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