With a smirk, Tristan’s tongue traces my folds before dancing over my clit again. That, coupled with his fingers thrusting shallowly in and out of me, my next orgasm builds at a deep, alarming rate. “Ahh, ahh!” I cry, gripping Jameson so hard I know he’ll have bruises. “Good girl, such a good girl, come hard for us.” My climax sweeps through me from head to toe, my legs shaking, my toes pointed in my shoes and my muscles locked with the force of its wrath, and something warm spurts out of me. Panicking but too exhausted from those two orgasms, I can only slump with a whimper in Jameson’s arms.
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