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His hands reached through my legs, and his hands came up around my breasts, taking my nipples in his palms. He began to fondle me, softly, slowly, sensually –

And I felt his tongue lick at my lips again.

But wetter.

More urgent.

And this time, I felt him plunge deeper.

I gasped with pleasure.

One hand stayed on my left breast, gently massaging it, but the other hand withdrew.

I waited, caught between the luscious bliss as he licked me below, and the anticipation of the brief sting of his hand on my skin.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

The not knowing was unbearable.

And then he slapped me again.

Harder.

Jostling me deeper.

But the second after he did, his tongue plunged deep inside me.

I cried out from the slight pain, and moaned louder from the pleasure.

He pulled out.

“Are you okay?”

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

I could almost hear him grin, I swear to God.

And then he began to fuck me with his tongue.

Moving it in, and out, and in, and out, letting it slip out and lick my lips, bar