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I watched my cum drip off her chin with possessive, lust- filled eyes.
Holy fuck.
I'd witnessed in just about every filthy sex act imaginable, but that small movement might've been the hottest thing I'd ever seen. "Get on the bed," I ordered, my voice thick with gravel.
Her hands and knees barely had time to hit the mattress before I stripped off my clothes and came up behind her, spreading her thighs with my hands. "You are so very wet, my beautiful whore." I licked her glistening juices off her skin, savoring the taste and delicate female scent that drove every man crazy. I pushed a finger inside her tight, slick folds and was rewarded with a loud whimper. "Do you want me to eat out this gorgeous cunt of yours?"
"Please," she gasped, pushing back at me. I flattened my tongue against her clit, alternating between long, slow licks and fast flicks. I was so fucking hungry for her, for her taste, for the innocence shattering beneath me at this very moment. I feasted on her like a man possessed, my hand digging into her flesh, my fingers curling inside her until I found the spot that had her bucking against my face. I gently tugged on her clit with my teeth, flicking over the sensitive nub with my tongue, and she exploded, her screams reverberating off the walls
"You taste so fucking good," I growled, lapping up every drop while she shook and trembled beneath my touch. "The perfect appetizer for tonight."
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