There's a quick little hiss of "Yessir." She reaches for the oil again, and soon she's on her back, knees pressed to her shoulders, braced with the right arm, her bottom raised and spread before her, one finger of the left hand slipping inside.
Her eyes meet his, aware of the showcase, the vulnerability.
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