Felix stares at you, perfectly leveled with his glossed over eyes whilst he grinds himself against your thigh. You look at him with an almost bored look, but you know it excites him more than anything. He swirls his smooth tongue around your index finger languidly, almost as if it were candy. He grips your wrist with a tight grasp, not wanting you to let go until he "cleaned" every spot. He whimpers when you began thrusting your index into his smooth yet bumpy mouth. "Slut" you whisper raspily, not having used your voice since this started a mere half hour ago. He twitches having gotten used to taking your finger deeply.
“You missed a spot.”







