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𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘿𝙄𝙏𝙎: 𝘽𝘼𝘿𝘽𝙄𝙏𝘾𝙃𝘽𝙍𝙀𝙉𝘿𝘼
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𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐡
𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧
1:30────I─────3:48
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You felt Alvaro's lips move down your neck leaving wet kisses as he made his way past your breasts and continued all the way to the apex of your legs. He was thankful that the sofa was long enough for him to lay down comfortably while he situated himself in between your legs. You watched as Alvaro lowered his head until you could feel his tongue lightly running along your folds.
He gave a few small licks before following with one single stripe along your core.
"You taste so good princess, fuck."
Alvaro glanced up at you as he smirked against your pussy, the look on your face priceless. He'd barely even started and you were already aching for more.
"Alvaro, please." You whined, wiggling your hips.
"Hm?" He hummed against you, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.
Tugging on his hair you shoved his face closer to your core, bucking your hips up in search for more. His tantalizingly slow pace was far too torturous for your liking. Alvaro began to lick through your folds fervently, your moans only serving as motivation to continue on. He felt his dick harden in his sweats simply from hearing you cry out his name in only a matter of seconds.
You let your head fall back as you stared up at the ceiling with furrowed brows, your lips parted ever so slightly with small whimpers slipping past. The tv slowly faded out in the background. It had been a while since he'd gone down on you like this, and you were almost upset with yourself for waiting so long.
"Baby— fuck please don't stop. Just like that, daddy." You praised.
Alvaro chuckled at how much you were struggling to keep your hips still, not even his tight grip was enough to hold you down. So he resorted to using his forearm to pin you down, pleased with how much easier it was now that he had total control.
"You like that?" He looked up at you with dark eyes, his tongue flicking at your sensitive pearl.
A string of cries tumbled past your lips, the coil on your stomach tightening with every passing minute. At first, you'd been complaining about how slow he was going and now he was going so fast you could hardly keep up. He was so good at completely unraveling you with only his tongue, it made it nearly impossible to hold back what would surely be an intense orgasm.
