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Laurel
I felt amazing.
Warm, tingly, sated.
And as I opened Dillon’s trousers and slid them down his thighs, then reached inside his black boxers and pulled his very hard, and very large, c**k free, I felt something else.
Hungry.
The need to give him even an ounce of the pleasure he’d just given me was all consuming, and I wasted no time taking him into my mouth and getting a taste.
His groan of pleasure was pure satisfaction, and although I wanted to hear that sound every day for the rest of my life, I’d settle with hearing it as much as possible over the next three days.
I looked up at him as I slid him in and out of my mouth, sucking as I did, my tongue moving in a swirling motion on the underside of his c**k.
The look on Dillon’s face, and knowing that I was the one making
