Phones Hung Up, Tongues Hungry

With phones hung up, the room grows quiet, but the air remains thick with tension. The unknown caller's husky voice still echoes in their minds. They lock eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. Tongues flick out, tasting lips still wet from whispered words. Knees part, allowing eager mouths to descend, tongues finding the heat they crave. The after-call conversation continues, written in moans and gasps.

• licking
• after
• calling

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