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He’s wholly transfixed by what her mouth is doing. There’s so much red, white, and pink. Red, white, and pink swirling together - deliciously moist and minty fresh.
He imagines she’s all whites, pinks, and reds and, dear god, he wants a taste. Hell, he wants the whole meal. Oh to feast on a decadent, banquet of warm, wet, red, white, and pink - his to sample and savor in ravenous gluttony.
He’s roused from his fantasy by the candy cane thrust in his face and then there’s only blue. Beautiful, breathtaking, and extremely amused blue.
“Did you want one, sir?”
Caught.