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“I’m sorry.”
“So am I, Tony.”
So they were both sorry, and Tony had sprinted to the bathroom, no doubt as frustrated as she was.
Ziva imagined the swift motion of Tony pushing down his boxer shorts, revealing his schvantz. She knew he was hard, demanding instant attention. He could use the hotel’s complimentary body lotion for lubrication, whereas Ziva was so wet it was hard to get any friction.
Her fingers went in deep, and she bit back a whimper as she envisioned Tony’s face in the moment of orgasm.
Maybe someday she’d get to see it for real.