"Sweeter than ice cream, you."
I laughed at that, but couldn't help but buck my hips as she pressed her tongue
into me.
"That's it, use your mouth, baby."
She read me as I curved my body, raising her head long enough to allow me to
turn and find my place between her thighs. I cupped and then kneaded her cheeks.
It had to hurt: I'd been thorough. She'd earnt every stroke.
"I'll be good."
Kissing my way past her perineum to the reddened, shiny under curve of her
cheeks, she shuddered as I soothed it.
"No you won't, sweetheart."
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