His tongue on my clit was delicious, swirling and flicking and tugging and pressing that wave of pleasurepain into my core.
His cock in my mouth was insistent, hips driving up, hands on my head, sighs from his mouth. My name.
His hand in my cunt was merciless, twisting and coaxing and releasing a flood of wetness, a gutterral roar from my belly.
His cheek against mine was gentle, cool, holding me steady in the swirling, sparkly bliss, leading me up the steps.
His eyes on my body were adoring, watching from the bed as I undressed and fitted myself beside him.
His arm over my torso was warm, shielding my bare shoulders from the cool air.
His voice in my ear was smooth, yanking at my heart, quieting my breathing, curling my lips into a smile.
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