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"Deep musky ... essence of the night? That one?"
"Yeah, I like that one. Makes me ... yeah..."
His tongue's sliding all the way down Orlando like hot ice. He lifts his head.
"You liked that one?"
"Yeah ... really beautiful. Don't stop..."
"That was an aftershave commercial."
He puts his tongue back on Orlando because he's a man who likes to finish what he's started. Bitter fucking sweet... Stupid kids. Wouldn't know art if it came up and bit them on the ass.