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Effie
The soreness between Effie’s thighs woke her up early. She could sense King next to her, sound asleep. She’d lost count of how many times she came last night. King had clamped her thighs down around his face through three waves of orgasms, one after the other.
The way he lapped up her juices numbed any sensitivity she had. Knowing he wanted her that much, loved her taste so much, it was beyond anything she’d known before.
When he f****d her afterward, he teased her and made her beg for it. Every time, she did so with ease. She ached for him, to be filled by him. It was a pain only he could relieve.
When he was close to coming, she held him tight and pleaded for him to fill her all the way up. The feel of his come in her brought her to a fresh orgasm every time.
Effie blushed
