Amber God, his tongue. At first, I wondered if he made a mistake by not removing my underwear. Wouldn’t it be in the way? But then he started French-kissing my pussy through the fabric, and the latter became his accomplice. As his lips pressed in, I felt their shape and pressure while the rough surface did all the magic, and beautiful trembles rippled through. I sobbed in surprise, whimpering for more, and he grinded deeper, the fabric rubbing harder and harder until something inside soared to my chest, threatening to burst through my ribcage—.And in one fierce ripping, my underwear vanished—the fabric was replaced with the real thing: his lips and tongue. It was fucking crazy. The way he licked and dug, in a fierce hunger, through the swollen folds, along my moistened flesh, on that raw, sensitive bud…again and again. It felt different from the first time—he was more gentle, and the teasing more like a cajole than a reprimand. Like he wanted this more than I did, and he needed
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