[ She grabbed his hand, pulling him closer and raising his wrist to her mouth. She ran her tongue gently over the pulse point of his wrist before grabbing the salt on the table and sprinkling some over the spot she licked. Mack raised her eyes to him, ducking her head down again, this time maintaining eye contact as she lapped the salt off his skin, her mouth sealing against his wrist to suck the salt off of it and grazing his skin with her teeth. Then she grabbed the shot, throwing it back and offering him a wicked grin as she slammed the glass back onto the table. ]
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My turn?