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Katherine sighed happily as Dillon kissed her n*****s. She knew she wouldn’t come like that, but he could get her damn close. The man had a magical tongue.
He unbuttoned her jeans and worked one of his large hands inside, shoving her panties and jeans down just far enough to slide a finger into her. Katherine called out, her hips lifting as he filled her.
She tugged at her jeans, kicking them free once she managed to work them past her knees.
“Much better,” Dillon said, kissing her belly and moving farther down. His finger slid in and out of her, her slick channel coating him with each pass.
He eased her thighs wider with his free hand and nipped at her inner thighs. She arched into him, desperate to have him put his lips on her.
She didn’t have to wait long to get her wish. Dillo
