Rejecting Fate
My dick is painfully hard, but I want to bring my mate over the edge before I take her.
I swirl my tongue around her clit, gently sucking it into my mouth, and that move makes her thighs tighten around my ears, almost muffling her cries of passion. Her juices are running down my face, into my hair, down my neck and chest. I will gladly bathe in her essence every day. She tastes just like she smells, like my favorite dessert, sfogliatelle- fresh orange zest, vanilla cream, and sugar. I’ll never get enough.
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