A Kiss on the Hand Maybe Quite Continental...

"Uh, Brian, what are you doing?" "Kissing you." "Feels like you're taking inventory." "Your point?" "Nothing." "Want me to stop?" "Fuck, no." "Hedonist." "Yeah. Mmm, I think you're obsessing with my nipple." "What makes you say that?" "Oh nothing, other than you've been sucking on that nipple for about 20 minutes." "Your point?" "Nothing." "Good." "Mmm, Bri?" "Yeah." "Why that nipple?" "Do you miss it?" "Miss what?" "Your nipple ring." "Sometimes, why?" "No reason. Feel good?" "Uh huh." "Is it still open?" "Is what still open?" "The hole, twat." "Yeah." "You sure?" "I'm sure." "How?" "I put the ring in every once in a while." "Why haven't I seen it?" "I do it when I'm alone." "Oh." "Bri?" "Hmm?" "You gonna kiss anything else or are you still obsessing on my nipple?" "I love your nipple." "I noticed." "But, to make you happy, I can suck on your lips and neck for a while." "That would be nice." "I think so too." "Mmm." "Bri, do you want me to wear it again?" "Wear what?" "The nipple ring." "Yeah." "Okay, I'll get it." "Don't bother. Here." "Brian, it's, it has...Brian!" "Yes?" "Is it my turn to take inventory?" "Uh huh." "Hedonist." "Your point?"

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