“Oh, God…Dante, p-please. Fuck, p-please.” He bit my labia — the succulent, folds of flesh flanking both sides of my pussy. Not hard, but just enough to have me yip in slight pain. “Do not cum,” he repeated, then proceeded to use his tongue to gently swipe over the wet, thick flesh he’d bitten to shut me up from asking for permission to come. My hands slithered through my hair, gathering long strands in helplessness. My body was full and needed an avenue to pour out. I was going crazy, “oh, mmmm…oh, fuck,” tears of frustration swam to the surface, my body writhing so badly from the intense build up of lust. My toes twitched and curled, my waist ground against his mouth, pleasure raking my body and turning my brain cells into a sizzle. “Fuck me,” I clamped a hand over my mouth, blinking back tears. “Oh, God…Christ! Fuck…” His mouth not leaving my pussy, he felt around for the vibrator and stuck it into my mouth once he got ahold of it. Without being asked to, I suck
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