The Devil's Favorite
But when I deepen the kiss, a long moan escapes her, and the barriers drop, weak at her sides.
My tongue continues to probe hers, dancing along its length, stroking her palate as I mouth-fuck her like I have been starved for years. Heaven knows that her tongue is the stuff fantasies are made of… And she keeps up with my pace, tasting like everything from a rollercoaster ride to a trip to the moon and back; addictive like a fucking drug. Desire floods my veins and boils my blood until I can't think straight anymore. Thirteen is all I feel, the taste of her flooding my senses, my mind, and I realize that I might go crazy after all. But by nothing short of pure divine intervention, I'm sure, I
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