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... aching folds of my center. He inhaled sharply, a deep, drunken sniff as if my scent was the only thing keeping him alive. I felt my walls turn to liquid, a hot, honeyed slickness coating my entrance.
Then, his tongue made contact.
It wasn’t a gentle lap; it was a firm, rhythmic stroke that started at the very bottom and traveled all the way up to my swollen bud. I let out a broken cry, my head hitting the mahogany table behind me. He was eating me with a desperate, raw intensit ...
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