Food half eaten, he spread me out on Egyptian cotton sheets, and ate my pussy out like a starving man until I sobbed his name. "God, Derek, we can't. I have to get back," I whimpered, but the smug grin on my face only egged him on. His tongue delved deep, lapping at my folds, sucking my clit between his lips and flicking it relentlessly. His fingers stretched me wide again, scissoring inside my pulsing heat. "You can't leave your husband with a hard dick all day, Pearl. Your boss will understand. You taste so fucking sweet, Pearl. Mine. All mine. Say it while I tongue fuck this perfect pussy," he said, his boyish charm so convincing I yielded immediately and just let go. "Yours, daddy. Only yours," I cried, my hands fisting the sheets. "Please, don't stop. I'm so close. Make me cum on your mouth," I begged. Just like that, he yanked his fingers out of me and crawled away from me. Getting on his knees before he rushed to unbuckle
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