“You have the sweetest fucking tongue . . . So precious, giving me control . . . That’s it. Every inch . . . Yeah, whimper those sounds I love so much . . .” The filthier I speak, the more she moans and shivers. I love how my praise affects her. Tears roll down her cheeks, and she drools a little. This woman is remarkable. I tug her hair back, pulling her off me so she can catch her breath. She gasps and pants, with trembling fingers on my knees. Her mouth opens again, and she nods when she’s ready for more. I cup her chin and push between her lips. Pretty manicured nails dig into my thighs,
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