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She arches her back and laughs up at the night sky. “Oh my God.” “Roman, actually. But if you come on my tongue and call me God, that’s fine by me.” She shakes her head, smiling at me, her eyes shining. “You’re so funny.”
“Come on my face,” I growl between licks. “Let me feel you on my tongue.” “Oh God,” she moans. “Roman.” “Oh, Roman,” she corrects. “You put God to shame.”
