Cassandra wrapped her lips around one n****e, flicking her tongue over the already hard nub, while her fingers squeezed and clawed at the steel-like hardness in his crotch. The man had not gone soft since leaving The Grotto, she thought with glee, and eagerly fondled the leather-bound erection. As she enjoyed her feast, her nostrils reveled in the scent of his masculinity and the slight saltiness of his developing perspiration.
After tasting Jagger’s entire chest, she licked lower, following the trail of hair to his navel. She kicked off her shoes, sank to her knees and planted kisses along the ridges of his abs, darted her tongue in and out of his belly button, and continued toying with the c**k practically begging for release.
No longer could she ignore its silent, desperate pleas.
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