The Beast And The Innocent Bride
"That's it, shy girl. Cream all over my fingers. Show me how much you need this."
Cana's moans escaped despite her efforts to stifle them, soft and keening. Carlo's pace was punishing: tongue flicking her clit rapidly while his fingers pumped in and out, scissoring to stretch her wider. Her juices coated his chin, his hand, the sheets. He added a third finger, the stretch burning deliciously, and she mewled, "T-too much... Carlo, I-I can't..."
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