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He took her hand in his and guided her finger into his mouth, then let his tongue caress it, lingering and tasting long enough to make her panties wet.
Monica stared at him, the man knew how to work over a finger. And if he knew how to work her there… Monica slid her finger from his mouth, then caught the look of confusion in his eyes, and she flashed a smile.
"Thanks," she whispered.
"For cleaning your finger off?" he asked
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