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She fights myhands.

Higher.

She groansmyname.

I drag my lips up her thigh. One more hint oftorture.

There.

She lets out a low, heavy sigh as I bring my mouth to her cunt. I take my sweet time tasting every inchofher.

I'mslow.

Mercilesslyslow.

She tastes sofuckinggood.

And the way she's groaning and squirming and tugging atmyhair—

Thisispoetry.

This is where Ibelong.

If only I was this good at everything else about being in a fuckingrelationship.

I lick her up and down. Left and right. With circles. Tiny fuckinghearts.

She tugs at my hair, thatmake me come nowplea in hergroans.

I tease her until I can't take itanymore.

Then I bring my tongue toherclit.

And I lick her exactly how sheneedsme.

That spot that always getsheroff.

That perfect speed, that perfectpressure.

"Kit, fuck." She tugs at my hair. She bucks her hips against mymouth.

She digs her heels intomyback.

"Fuck." She tugsharder.

Harder.

I hold her in place as she squirmsagainstme.

As she groans my name again andagain.

Then I change my stroke so my piercing is tappingherclit.

"Fuck. Don't stop." She tugsharder.

Groanslouder.

I lick her again andagain.

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