His whimper earns the faintest hint of a smirk, only visible in the way her eyes crinkle slightly, before she watches him pick out his own piece to, err, play with. He's definitely an ass, but one who knows what he's doing with his tongue - but he's not the only one. She draws the chocolate out slowly, the balls balanced between index finger and thumb, before she sucks it back in again. It's good chocolate, her mind mentally notes.

Then there's a knock on the door. Delta.

She pops cock and balls into her mouth fully, smiles at York, then turns away with a slight sashay of her hips to go let his manager in.

Mm mm, salted caramel. Her favourite.