Jasmine's expression shifted, and I knew I'd seen right through her. "But you've already finished," she pointed out.

"My tongue still works," I replied matter-of-factly.

Jasmine considered. "I mean, if you're really up for it..." she finally relented.

I wasn't about to let this chance go, even as exhausted as I now was. "You have no idea."

I crawled from the couch over to Jasmine. It was extraordinarily unmanly, but I didn't care. Neither did I care about cleaning myself up yet. Cari could have the bathroom for now—I had another woman to please.

Jasmine had stopped playing with herself, but her shorts were still soaked anyway. I reached for...