My body seemed to swell at the call of my name on her lips. She was holding me to her breast, one leg rising to curl around my back. I shifted, not releasing the treasure between my lips, just in case she might consider the kiss finished, and settled between her parting legs, groaning as her damp core kissed my belly. She was wet. Why hadn't I considered kissing her cunt? Except that was probably a step too far, or it had been before she'd grown slick, rocking herself into the hair on my stomach in a way that assured me she would absolutely enjoy the moment I worked my way down— Knock, knock.
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