[ he presses one last kiss to her clit and pulls back, sliding his fingers out of her and licking them clean. his face is a mess, shiny and sticky with her juices, beard a little matted with it, and he looks up at her expectantly. ]
You could. I could lick your asshole instead.
[ it's an unabashed offer. he's not remotely ashamed of giving her pleasure- it's his own he's scared of. he's been thinking about lapping her out there, getting her wet enough that maybe he could move past his terrifying fear of getting her pregnant and fuck her there. ]
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You could. I could lick your asshole instead.
[ it's an unabashed offer. he's not remotely ashamed of giving her pleasure- it's his own he's scared of. he's been thinking about lapping her out there, getting her wet enough that maybe he could move past his terrifying fear of getting her pregnant and fuck her there. ]