[His smile is wicked and sly as he picks up the salt shaker, his free hand curling against her hip with the invitation of her closeness.
Leaning in, he is still smirking, watching her as his head dips. Slowly he drags his tongue along the side of her throat.]
Might get a bit messy.
[Teasing about the fall of the salt as he sprinkles it against her skin. Again his tongue touches her throat, gathering the salt as his lips press to her skin, lingering there as he drags the tip of his tongue over her skin.]
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[His smile is wicked and sly as he picks up the salt shaker, his free hand curling against her hip with the invitation of her closeness.
Leaning in, he is still smirking, watching her as his head dips. Slowly he drags his tongue along the side of her throat.]
Might get a bit messy.
[Teasing about the fall of the salt as he sprinkles it against her skin. Again his tongue touches her throat, gathering the salt as his lips press to her skin, lingering there as he drags the tip of his tongue over her skin.]