God, he was a talker. A dirty, nasty talker under those suits. It turned her on even more. His tongue swirled around her clit, side to side, round and round, diagonally, every which way, and Amara felt a wave so intense crash over her it made her scream, the cords in her throat straining as pleasure flooded her, her legs spasming out of control as she came all over him. He held her down through it all, letting her ride the wave, keeping her rooted to the bed as she slowly came down. She felt limp. Heavy, like her bones weighed a ton, but in the best way. Blinking, she looked up as he hovered
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