“Milked? You sure you can handle going for that long?”
Azzi gained a smirk of her own, hand moving down to palm at that growing bulge between her legs as though the sight alone was enough to get her going.
The door slowly opened,
Azzi looked a tad disheveled on the other side as a curious brow rose when looking at the other. A part of her had a feeling what this was for but still had to tease a tad.
“What’s up?”