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BRANTLEY
My tongue was going numb. Not that it was going to stop me. I’d been l*****g Valentina for the better part of an hour. Long, lazy, slow licks that had her body weeping come and readying for me. Every so often I’d flick my tongue over her c**t, and she’d jump, then I’d go right back to the licks that were torturing her.
I came so close to telling her how much I loved her when we were outside, but I stopped myself just in time. She said she wanted to feel good, so I was making her feel good.
I’d lost count of the number of orgasms she had. Between the hot tub and the shower, I stopped caring. All I knew was she would feel me for days, and if I was lucky, she’d want more.
“I want you inside me again,” she whispered.
“Is that your way of asking me to hurry up?” I peered up at
