His tongue seemed to shrink, growing plumper when not stretched, and it prodded and pushed against my pussy, split and stroked on either side. I moaned and rocked into the touch, but I kept my eyes on those sharp bright teeth and the dark gullet beyond. "Laszlo—Oh! Hywel!" I grunted, twisting, trying to escape the determined grip of the forked tongue pulling my clit from hiding, and he released me with a rumbling chuckle. "Laszlo gave me the wax," I managed. My mate knows what kind of rare treasures I like to find in my hoard, Hywel murmured, and then returned to tormenting my sex, pulling at
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