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Beyoncé POVKnowles Residence Saturday, 9:37 a

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Beyoncé POV
Knowles Residence
Saturday, 9:37 a.m.
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"Mmm fuck! Right there daddy!" I moaned, arching the small of my back off the soft foam mattress. My screams of pleaser vaulted throughout the room as my lover hungrily slaughtered my dripping flesh, senselessly obeying her commands through her movements and love attacks to my body.

"Daddy? I like the sound of that rolling off your tongue baby."

Onika added more potent pressure against my swollen clit as she replaced the soft pad of her thumb with her warmth of her long tongue, delivering my sweet rose with one gradual lick. More, my body cried for more. My pelvis jolted up at the perfervid contact.

Prying my dark hazels into her beautiful brown pools, her lips curved into a slight smirk.

"Stop teasing me!"

I watched as she climbed on top of my body, bringing her alluring face to mine only leaving little to no space between us. "Your wish is my command beautiful." Onika whispered against my lips. I shivered at her minty breath, soon feeling her plump pillows on mine. We lied there breast to breast, lips against lips, she aimlessly had me under her spell and I loved it. I've never desired a person as much I did Onika.

I nibbled on her bottom lip, sucking on it for awhile then letting it go with a pop. "I love you." I voiced, feeling the electricity of our heart beats, synchronizing.

"You love me?" She asked placing sensual kisses along on my neck, traveling her way down between my full breast, massaging them in her hands.

"Yes daddy, I do." I uttered faintly.

Pecking my belly button, she tentatively moved down, hovering over my sticky center. My chest heaved in anticipation. I missed her so much.

Gasping, I gripped tightly at the satin sheets below me. Onika wasted not another second, attaching her mouth to my essential pulsating bud, sucking and gliding at my wet pussy. She exhibited hunger and agony, and had no problem expressing it on me.

"YES! FUCK ME!"

She maneuvered her tongue through my slippery folds, humming at the taste because it was her favorite supper. I soon felt the pressure of her digits entering my tight hole, moderately curling them, getting her fingers nicely coated in my juices. She wrapped her tongue around my clit, flicking and slurping at my sensitive pearl. My legs started to tremble, closing in around her head. She began tightening her grip around my thighs, pressing her nails into my skin as she pry them back open.

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