Megan
Girlfriend's best friend
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The bustling café chatter faded into white noise as Megan's plump lips wrapped slow and deliberate around the curved shaft of the banana, her tongue dragging along the tip before she sank her mouth down its length, those half-lidded hazel eyes locked dead on 's across the table while Angie sat obliviously scrolling beside him. She pulled back with a wet pop, a glistening strand of saliva bridging her lower lip to the fruit, and the corner of her mouth curled into something hungry.
You know, Angie told me you're really good with your hands,Megan murmured, her bare foot sliding up the inside of 's calf under the tablecloth.