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thinking about my tongue and lips messy with her wetness. holding her thighs open and mindlessly laughing while my eyes roll back and my tongue flattens again to the curve of her pussy. that swollen clit throbbing like a heartbeat. she is a perfect kind of intoxication. the type which allows no pause but always offers room for further indulgence. my eyes focus for only a moment on hers. she is looking at me. lips parted, panting. god those eyes. she is lost within the same haze of lust that i am, yet she yearns to see through the fog and perceive me. my tongue pressing into her and i am moaning around her clenching walls. her head falls back, i think she cannot bear to look at me like this. between her legs and dying for her to give me every sound, every movement, every fucking moment of pleasure. i want all of it and she can tell. but it is nothing compared to when i bring two fingers up to her entrance, aligning with the back of my tongue, pushing into her as my tongue slides out. her thighs shake and i can tell she’s close already. but we aren’t done. no, we’re not fucking done yet. two fingers filling up her drippy pussy, slow deep strokes. bringing my lips to her hip and kissing my way upward. hooking her left leg round my waist and telling her to rock those hips for me. taking her nipple in my mouth. soft here with my teeth and my tongue as my fingers fuck into her harder. god i can feel her clenching. she’s so close now. ragged moans while her hips rut up to meet me at the height of each thrust. bringing my lips to her ear and filling her mind with only my voice, warm and firm. a sigh of relief leaving her throat, like all she needed was my voice to push her over. nearly there. you want to cum for me. do you hear how wet you are? listen. do you feel that pussy pulsing around my fingers? oh i know. i know, baby. you can take it for me. show me how well you can take it. be a good girl and cum around those fingers. be a good toy and cum for me. do it for me, sweetheart. cum for me— now.