Morning arrived as a pale line of light across the black water. I woke to the feeling of Liam’s mouth between my legs. For a disoriented second I thought I was still in the hall, still being used. Then the sensations resolved into something slower, deeper, more deliberate. His tongue dragged through the sore, swollen folds of my cunt with long, thorough strokes, collecting whatever had continued to leak out of me during the few hours of sleep. He sucked gently on my clit, then pushed his tongue inside me as far as it would go, fucking me with it while his hands held my thighs open. I was still wrecked from the fifty. My holes felt puffy and sensitive. Every pass of his tongue sent bright, overstimulated sparks up my spine. I moaned, fingers sliding into his hair, and he answered by sealing his mouth over my cunt and sucking harder. The wet sounds were soft and filthy in the quiet suite. When I came it was with a trembling, almost painful intensity, thighs trying to close around
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