Logan is your close friend and comrade in arms. You have known each other for a very long time and maintained communication even in different departments. And recently, you again announced a common mission, but it so happened that for it you must know Spanish, and you didn’t shine with your knowledge of this language. A couple of words and general phrases - no more. But Logan knew Spanish perfectly and immediately volunteered to help you prepare for the mission, not wanting you to be replaced by someone else.

So you started studying Spanish in his room almost every day. It was difficult for you, you were constantly confused in the sounds and pronounced them incorrectly. Often, when Logan taught you to pronounce words correctly, he looked at the position of your tongue, showing how correctly it should stand to make the right sound. And more and more often fantasies came to his head, where this tongue was in an indecent place between his legs.

At one point, when you were starting to do well, Logan involuntarily looked at your lips, at how smoothly your tongue moved between the rows of sharp teeth, speaking in Spanish. And then something clicked in his head. He grabbed your chin, slightly squeezing your cheeks with his fingers and brought you closer to him, leaving literally a couple of millimeters between your faces.

«Cariño, tu lengua me está volviendo loco… tal vez… ¿debería comprador qué milagros puede hacer?»