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“And… go!”
She grabbed the stem between her teeth, tugging it to one side. The peel cracked and I watched as she guided the side she held back toward my hips.
Did she have any idea how sexy that looked?
I bit my lower lip. She released the first part of the peel and move to grab a second, pulling it back as well.
Her head was so close to my dick. I was getting hard—there was nothing I could do to stop it.
She looked up at me, and I almost moaned.
Finally, she grabbed the last piece of the peel, on top of the banana. She had to shift sideways, pulling it close to my body.
Closer.
So fucking close.
And she let go, right before she made contact with my half-erect cock.
My mouth felt dry.
“Did it!” She sounded so cheerful as she hopped to her feet.
I nodded slowly. “Sure did.”
She looked at me, blinking. “So, um… is there more?”
“No, that’s… that’s it.” I took a deep breath. “I gotta get back on stage, but… hey, there’s an after party tonight. You and your friend should come. VIPS only, the regulars get kicked out at midnight.”
For a moment, Emma looked unsure. Then, she nodded. “Yeah, okay. Sounds good.”
“Cool. I won’t be playing, so we can hang out?”
“I’d like that.”
Good. She felt the spark, too.
I smiled. “I’ll see you then.”
I turned to go back toward the stage.
