“Please,” I moaned, trying to grab his hand to put it back where I wanted it, but he simply shook his head. “I want to taste your sweet little cunt first, Noelle. But you have to be quiet,” he urged. “Or someone’s going to find us.” My nod was followed by a gasp as he gripped my thighs, spreading them apart. Matthew hoisted one leg over his shoulder as my thigh-high socks rolled down. I couldn’t focus on any of it though, not when his lips were kissing up the inside of my legs, and then my whole brain went fuzzy when his tongue licked a line up my entrance. And oh God when he dipped his
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