Wild Desire
‘No ...” she moaned. ‘No, Elodie ... don’t do this ... don’t do this to me. Please. I can’t stand it...“ But Elodie carried on, greedily and voraciously lapping and probing at the burning channel of Kate’s sex. Now she was at her clitoris, teasing the rigid, straining bud, nibbling at it with impossible gentleness. Kate wriggled beneath her, madly excited yet deeply frustrated. Again she wanted to reciprocate, to rouse herself from the groaning passivity of her position. And again Elodie understood. She raised her head from Kate’s swollen, streaming, sex and, more aggressively this time, pressed her entire body against Kate’s. Their mouths met again, mingling together and creating juices to
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