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My hands rested firmly on his shoulders, anchoring myself as I stared down at him, completely entranced by the way his tongue moved. My breath hitched the moment his finger slid inside my butthole, adding an intoxicating rhythm to the swirl and twist of his tongue against my dripping pussy. Every flick, every curl, every deliberate move sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, my body writhing with pleasure under his relentless attention. He was so good at this— too good. My thighs trembled as I squirmed, trying to steady myself against the sheer force of sensation, but he wasn’t letting up. If anything, my reactions seemed to spur him on, his tongue working faster, more intentionally.
I should feel guilty, shouldn’t I? Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew what we were doing wasn’t right. But how could something that felt this perfect be so wrong? I was too deep in it, too consumed by my brother, to dare think to stop. Was I stupid for never puttin
