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Then, with a surge of confident grace, he lowered his mouth to my wet, aching pussy. His tongue served as both a seductive invitation and a tantalising tease. It sought my swollen clit with a desperate hunger.
"Oh, God," I screamed and thrashed.
"Are you ready for me?" The question was more of a husky challenge that made my heart race faster.
My desire soaked his seeking mouth as he explored and teased my most sensitive parts. Every lick became a carefully choreographed dance of power and exquisite agony, his calculated flicks igniting tiny quivers deep in my core and making my thighs shake.
Maintaining mesmerising control, he kept a relentless, rhythmic pace.
"Tell me if you want it harder," he murmured while his tongue moved in deliberate, pulsing patterns that sent waves of pleasure crashing through me.
