Below the counter, Kayla looked up at me for a split second, her eyes hooded and dark with mischief. She knew exactly what she was doing. She let out a muffled, vibrating hum against my shaft that sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my brain. I gasped, the sound catching in the back of my throat.
"Evan? You okay in there?" Jasmine asked, her tone shifting to one of mild curiosity. "You sound like you just stubbed your toe."
"Just... the steam," I managed to say, my eyes rolling back for a moment as Kayla took me even deeper, her nose pressing against my pubic hair. "The kettle caught me off guard. It's fine."
