[ Water sloshes around them, Cellar's hair wet and sticking to her cheeks, her neck, dripping on his legs as she sinks down, nose brushing his navel. Many guests will attest to her discipline over any gag reflex, especially when she's prompted to suck and intends to do it well. Cellar looks up when she hears him, a provocative slow slide back to the crown that leaves him exposed again, flushed tip resting heavy on her tongue to give him something to remember her by. (The first of many things, really.) She removes her mouth with a little wet noise, licking her lips, biting her lower one next. ]
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You're cute. Wanna come in my mouth?