Sam

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I’m left with a mess of fluids in her wake, and I let my fingers trail lazily through them to gather them up. She watches with wide eyes as I bring them to my mouth and suck them clean without looking away. When I move to do it all over again, I instead let my fingers hover, holding her gaze before offering the slicked digits to her instead. “Open.” She obliges, letting her lips part as I push my fingers into her mouth. “Taste.” She sucks softly, pupils blown wide to the point that her eyes appear black. Her lashes flutter somewhat as she tastes herself on my fingers, and it only heats my ...more
The Mating Game
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