Desiree

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“Damien,” I begged, as he swirled and licked and drove me wild, not giving me the pressure that I needed. “I need⁠—”  “Shhh, baby,” he soothed, slipping his fingers back inside of me. Those apt fingers moved against my walls while he continued giving my clit attention with his mouth. “Gonna take care of you.” 
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