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CARLOS
She had her first o****m on my face, and I’d never forget it.
She thought we were done.
Fat chance.
“You want me to stop?”
She didn’t answer, her hair sweat-plastered against her brow and the flush of desire painting her chest, as she lay panting on the pillow.
I wasn’t done.
There was one way to take out my s****l frustration over not being able to sink my d**k into that perfect cunt tonight. I’d eat her out until she came over and over again on my tongue.
The smell of her fed my hunger, and I used my thumbs to part the wet sides of her labia, all pretty and sparkling with her slick, under the pink light of the fading sun disappearing through the windows. “Gorgeous, Gabriela. You should see yourself.”
Deep sigh overhead.
We all have our weaknesses, but up until now I
