STUCK
he purred in the little space, continuing to lick the delectable flesh, pressing his nose a little harder in her skin.
His taunt hung unattended with no one awake enough to build an argument on it.
"Did I help you?" he asked, becoming eager every second, devouring her juices, his thick beard prickling her insides in more than one ways, as if teasing in anger, eliciting unwanted sensations. His head moved vigorously on her sensitive flesh as a loud moan waited on her tongue.
"Did I held you tight and made you cum?" he asked again, putting his mouth back on the desired place, eager to hear more of her fantasy.
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