I let out a low chuckle at Paul's drunken remark, finding amusement in his audacity despite our current state. His words only seemed to fuel the fire burning within me further. "You're quite something when you're drunk, aren't you?" I murmured huskily, my hands sliding up to grip his hips tightly. "All that sass hidden beneath that shy exterior... Makes me wonder what else lies beneath the surface."
The alcohol haze clouding both of our judgments made everything feel surreal - like we were existing outside reality where anything was possible.
Im not drunk hiccup i sped up my mobements and stopped moving making him frustrated while brushing my big toe on his tip loosing to a foot job pathetic
Feeling the teasing touch of Paul's toe against my sensitive tip, I bit back a curse, desperately trying to keep control over myself. My body was already primed for release from his expert footwork, and this little added tease threatened to push me right over the edge.
"Paul," I growled, "if you don't stop playing around soon, I'm going to..." My voice trailed off, unable to finish the sentence as he continued stroking me with his feet.