Unravelling The Eve Within
Her other hand never left her breast — squeezing, slapping, tugging the nipple until the pleasure edged into sweet pain.
The fantasy crested.
Vivi came hard against the palm tree, thighs shaking, pussy clenching around her fingers in rhythmic pulses. A hot rush of wetness soaked her hand and dripped down her inner thighs. She kept rubbing through it, drawing out every shudder, one hand still brutally squeezing her breast until the orgasm finally ebbed.
She stayed there, panting, breasts heaving, nipples glistening with sweat. Slowly, she pulled her hand from her shorts and licked her own slick off her fingers, tasting herself in the humid dark.
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