I replied, "Try it and see."
I opened the orange juice, carefully pouring it into the hollows of her collarbones. "Don't move. You might spill it," I said.
She raised her head, and before I could lean in, her fair neck turned pink.
With a chuckle, I couldn't resist taking a sip.
"Hurry up, it tickles!" she urged.
I didn't say a word. I just drank, and the scent of her body mixed with the orange juice made it seem even more delicious. I didn't leave a drop, cleaning up meticulously.
She held her skirt, breathing increasingly heavy. "Are you done?"
I answered, "Almost!"
After a while, I reluctantly withdrew. She seemed on the verge of collapse, and if I hadn't acted quickly, she might have fallen.
I asked, "Want to play more?"
"I don't have the strength," she said breathlessly.
