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Kelly just can't snap out of it. In less than two months his good friend is moving to Seattle for a bump in rank (Battalion Chief).
This means that Kelly himself should (by all rights) move up to Captain of Station 51...shouldn't he be happier? Or at least less sad?
Stella Kidd tries to shake him out of his doldrums: "You're dragging LT-I'm prescribing you a B-12 shot-to be administered
immediately."
Finally, a SMILE. "B-12, eh? I happen to be well-acquainted with the owners of this place; if I ask to use their back office for an hour or so,
I can predict the answer."
"Impress me then, Loo-tenant."
Severide calls Chris Herman over and they speak in low tones for about a minute until Herman takes a key from the cash register and hands
it to his Boss. He winks at Kidd before stepping down to the refill a couple of pitchers of beer.
Back in the office, Stella reveals that she's menstruating, but is happy to service Kelly orally. With the deadbolt engaged, Severide feels
comfortable enough to remove his boots, socks, jeans, and boxer briefs; sprawling on the leather couch (over which Stella has spread a towel
borrowed from the office's bathroom, Severide is already fairly hard when Stella kneels down coats the tip of his dick with with warm saliva. The
taut skin shone wetly, his cock quivering from the contact, and Kelly hissed and grunted when her lips closed around the head. She eddied her
tongue about it, the heat from his cock causing her to moan aloud. He always tasted so good! She licked in long sweeps up and down his length
before taking him in completely. Now Sexy Stella rippled her tongue on the underside, and sucked him hard. Severide cried out and tangled his
fingers into her long hair. His strangled cry as he cums in her mouth, thick and copiously is what caramel-skinned beauty lives for.
"Feel better, Baby?", Stella asks, wiping her mouth.
Severide answered immediately and unequivocally: "Fuck yeah!"