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She tilts her chin up to get closer, smirking as she squints the sun out of her eyes, “What if I told you I wanted to put my mouth to good use again, darling? Get another taste of your cunt.”

Charles whimpers, her eyes fluttering softly. Max watches the way the ink black of her lashes brushes the tops of her cheeks. The beauty mark under her eye disappears between the soft creases of her skin. Max wants to kiss her slack lips, push her onto her back, and lift her dress to pull her bloomers down and bury her face right at the apex of her thighs. She always feasts greedily, nibbling and sucking down whatever Charles gives her.

Charles’ eyelids lift slowly, her blown pupils showing and her beautiful green darkened. Max lets her eyes fall shut, already leaning in to capture her lips in a kiss when Charles suddenly speaks up in a teasing tone.

“What if I told you that you have to catch me first?”

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