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Dash: What else do you fantasize about?

Talia: IDK

Dash: I do not believe that giving a blow job is the only thing in your spank bank

Talia: it is not

Dash: Tell me. I want to know what you want, so I can make sure it happens

So he can make sure it happens?

Talia stared at the screen for a moment, reading those seven words over and over. Now was the time for honesty; she knew that. What she wasn’t sure about was what his reaction would be. Oh, who was she kidding? His reaction to everything so far had been perfect, so there was no reason to believe this one would be different.

Here goes…

Talia: Just like I want to give, I want to receive. I want to know if your tongue feels as good as your fingers did the other night

Dash: It will be better, promise. What else?

Talia: Wanna see?

Dash: See?

Clicking out of her texts and into her photos, Talia clicked on her “My Eyes Only” folder, holding her finger against the sensor to input her password. With much younger brothers who didn’t seem to understand boundaries, Talia had learned a long time ago that some things were just better kept behind a lock screen—what she was about to send Dash included.

She scrolled through the photos, finding her favorite one. Her go-to image any time she needed to get herself revved up. Staring at it, she took a moment to admire it again—the tall, well-defined man holding a smaller, brunette woman in his lap, her back to him. Even though it was a still shot, there was no question by the look on either of their faces he was mid-thrust, one hand squeezing her breast, while the other was buried between her legs, no doubt playing with her clit.

Talia: This

Talia: IDK what it is about this photo, but it turns me on every time I look at it. I want…whatever that feeling is…

Talia: Your body pressed up behind me, feeling you inside me, while you toy with my nipples and play with my clit…it just…

A shudder ripped through her as she typed, the feeling she couldn’t describe washing over her. That was what she really wanted. To experience whatever that was.

Talia: That’s what I want. To feel all that and more. I’m sure I’ve blown it way out of proportion in my head but…

Dash: Then that is what you shall have. That is maybe not the position we want to go with for your first time, but I promise I will make you feel all that and more.

Talia swooned, her body relaxing into her bedding. Dash got it. How, she didn’t know. But she wasn’t going to question it either.

Talia: Enough about me. What about you…what else is in that spank bank of yours?

Dash: You

Talia: Yes, me and the Tricky Licky. Got that part. What else?

Dash: Just you, Talia. All of you.

Talia: Me?

Dash: Sí.

Dash: I want to slowly strip you down, then worship you in every way possible. With my hands, my tongue, all of me. I want to play with your breasts, your pussy, until you are goo

Dash: I want to make love to you all night, until we are both too tired to move. I want to watch you fall apart in my arms over and over again. To be inside you when it happens.

Well, fuck. What does one say to that? Talia searched for an answer, but came up blank.