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129. Private Tour (6)

Author: Shiroi_Nami
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-04 22:17:59

Cecil’s POV

Jacob kissed me like he was starving—like tomorrow didn’t exist and tonight was all that mattered. His hands roamed from my neck, gliding down my shoulder, over my chest, until they found my breast. His touch was agonizingly slow at first, a soft tease that built unbearable tension.

Then, he gripped me firmer, rolling my nipple between his fingers, and the heat between my thighs surged so violently I thought I might combust.

My heart thudded, loud and frantic, matching the hunger in his every move. His arousal pressed against my thigh, hot and persistent, driving me even wilder. Every breath I took felt too shallow. Every second he didn’t take me felt like torture.

He kissed down my jaw, then the side of my neck, sucking just beneath my ear. I moaned when his mouth met that sensitive spot, while his fingers played me like an instrument. Sparks ignited everywhere, especially between my legs—I could feel how soaked I already was.

Without thinking, my hands explored him, tra
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