He leaves me panting and empty when he pulls out, bending down to run his flat tongue up my center, lapping me up. My breath hitches, and I knock the cowboy hat from his head to grip a handful of hair. My fingers weave around the soft strands, holding the fuck on like I’m about to ride a bull—even though I’m the one bucking when he hits my clit with the perfect amount of pressure and light suction. His hand’s firmly planted on my stomach, restricting my movement. No amount of squirming or fighting will get me out from under the intense pleasure. When I wiggle, my spine’s only pressed harder
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