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It's Too Sensitive

Author: Moan Lounge
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-28 13:08:44

“Liam, stop,” I breathed, pushing weakly at his shoulders. “It’s too sensitive... please.”

He didn’t stop. His tongue circled and sucked harder, and I couldn’t tell if I wanted to cry or moan. My body betrayed me completely, every nerve was alive, every shudder was pulling me closer to him.

His other hand moved to my other breast, squeezing, milk leaking between his fingers. I felt his erection pressing against my thigh, the heat of it was impossible to ignore.

Finally, he lifted his head. His lips were wet, his eyes dark as they met mine. He brushed his thumb over my mouth, slowly, smearing what was left of him on my lips.

“Look at you,” he said quietly. “Still shaking for me.”

That broke the spell. I jerked away, my heart was hammering, and grabbed my clothes off the floor. My hands fumbled as I threw on my sweater, ignoring the damp spots, and bolted out of the bathroom.

The sound of Clara and Ethan’s movie echoed from the TV, jarring against the chaos in my head.

I made it to the
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