CELINEHis tongue circled my clit with focused pressure while two fingers slid inside, curling just enough to make my hips buck. At the same time his free hand rose again, cupping my breast, thumb brushing the tight peak before squeezing firmly. He licked and sucked—soft, thorough—drawing out every shaky gasp and the wet sounds of my arousal.“Rythan—oh gods—” My fingers tangled in his hair, half-pushing, half-pulling as the heat coiled tighter. The way his tongue moved, the way his fingers stretched me, the way his hand kept claiming my breast—it all felt too gentle and too intense at the same time. My body was on fire, every nerve ending singing, yet the deeper, emptier ache only grew. I needed to be filled. I needed the stretch, the pressure, the loss of control. This careful worship was only making the hunger worse.Only when I was dripping and aching did he rise.He kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue, then finally pushed his cock inside—slow, delibera
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