Sevastyan kissed me until I was dazed, boneless against his hardened body. I clung to him when he yanked my knee to his hip, clamping it there.
His c**k pressed against my belly like a pulsating brand, and I grew wet for it, readying.
He used his free hand to grip one of my breasts, leaning down to lick its stiffened tip. I whimpered when he suckled it between his lips, still working that clever tongue, forcing more tension to coil low in my belly. He tended my other n****le in turn, tonguing, sucking, leaving both achy peaks straining for more.
Then his hand trailed down to cup me. He slipped his middle finger inside my spread lips, making me moan, "Yes, yes . . ."
When he felt how slick I was, a defeated sound broke from his chest and a second finger joined the first to open me.
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