Lila dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands sliding up my thighs. She looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes.“May I?” she asked, her breath warm against my pussy.I nodded frantically. “Please.”She leaned in and licked a slow, broad stripe from my entrance to my clit. The sensation was overwhelming — hot, wet, perfect. I cried out, my hands flying to her hair. She did it again, slower this time, savoring me. Her tongue circled my clit, then flicked over it, then sucked the swollen nub into her mouth. Two of her fingers pushed inside me, curling gently against that spot that made my knees buckle.Marcus held me up from behind, his arms wrapped around my waist, his cock pressing hard against my ass. He kissed my neck, biting gently, his hands squeezing my breasts.Lila’s mouth was relentless — tongue working my clit in steady, firm strokes while her fingers pumped in and out of me, curling and rubbing. The wet, obscene sounds of her mouth and fingers filled the room. My thighs
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