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Warning : It's Erotic. Even hyper Erotic.
"Uhmm"
Her tongue clicked as his lips ventured into her consciousness, dancing over her lips rhythmically, skillfully, fiddling with the urge flowing in a surgical torrent through her vein. He fought his tongue free, looked into her eyes, discovered they were closed: lost in the morass of emotions.
He resumed the survey, now, more delicately, tormenting her from the inside, making her, marring her, starving her, urging her to want more, demand for more which he offered generously.
Her hands moved now to rest on his shoulder, holding his neck with both hands as he pulled her close, lifted her up, scooping her between his knees as he stables himself, with tongue fighting for pleasure, pulling the jive and ding-dong activated in her mental horizon
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