IN THE ARMS OF LOVE
Armel opened her legs her further, watching as the folds of her sex parted, revealing the sweet, pink, glistening flesh.
“I need you… I need all of you…”
He was dying for her. His tongue licked around her clit before he sucked it gently into his mouth, laved it, and caressed it as her hips lifted to him, offering him more. And he needed more. So much more.
Licking lower, drawing more and more of the honey to his tongue, Armel stroked, and tasted, until he reached the snug entrance to her most sensitive part. And he lost his senses, lost his control.
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