Chayse glared at him as he sat with that smug smirk on his face. He irked her to no end. The man simply didn't know when to quit. She was starting to think that messing with people was his preferred pastime. Hell, why wouldn't it have been? He was definitely good at it. If it were an Olympic sport, he'd take the gold medal every time. They had been sitting in the heavy silence for a few moments, and it was starting to piss Chayse off, so she decided to break it.
"Do you possess a talent other than pissing people off?" She questioned.
"Of course I do." He stated, leaning down: his warm breath ghosted across her neck before he whispered in her ear, "I can make you cum with only my tongue. Would you like a demonstration?"
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