The Morning After 2

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He slid a finger inside me, curling it forward, pressing against the sensitive spot that made my vision blur. His tongue found my c**t, circling it with a maddeningly slow rhythm, and I felt the pleasure building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core. "That's it," he murmured against my flesh, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. "Let go. I want to taste you." He added a second finger, stretching me, filling me, while his tongue worked my c**t with relentless precision. The orgasm built like a wave, rising higher and higher, until it crashed over me with a force that left me breathless. My hips bucked against his face, my thighs clamping around his head, a scream tearing from my throat as the pleasure pulsed through me in waves. He didn't stop. He lapped at my release, dr

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