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Chapter Eighty-One: Glorious Hole

Trigger Warning: Non-consent

My cry to stop his motion to devour my centre is half-hearted; I want his lips on my sex, but again, the oil will make him want to sink his teeth into my flesh; I can’t let him mark me! I can't!

"Stop…don't...don't. I’ll do it for- ah.!."

A cry filters my protest as his lips wrap around my sex, again his tongue moves against my overly stimulated nub before again his fingers fill me, this time three as opposed to two; I should be mortified, I should scream, and kick him from my flesh but my wicked body rocks against his mouth, ensuring his tongue could scrape heartily against my clit as his lips caressed the flesh and soothed where his teeth grazed.

My hand that should push him away caresses his hair and pushes his face down and against my wanton flesh as the other continues to squeeze my nipples.

I shouldn't fall apart this soon, but again, whiteness floods my vision as my body spasms against him.

He holds me in place when I shy from him and keeps his mout
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