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Quentin moved with her wrapped around him to a piece of lounge furniture on the other side of the room. Removing his vicious teeth from her chin, Quentin kissed over her skin and untied the strings on the hips of her bikini bottoms. Laying her soft body on the furniture, Quentin removed the thin material, and his gaze drank in her glistening peach.

“Fuck… me,” he said, falling to his knees to gain a closer look.

Phoebe swallowed, and her throat tightened as she watched him breathe in her essence. His pushed his face against her moist lips and gently kissed her there. The soft push of his mouth made her shiver with a buzz crawling up her belly to her breasts. When his tongue invaded her slippery sanctuary, Phoebe pulled in a wind-curdling gasp. With an expert tongue, Quentin tousled her clitoris, flipping the wet muscle over her sensitive flesh.

“Oooooh…” Phoebe moaned as her head fell back and her eyes crossed.

A drizzling drum trekked from Quentin’s throat, and he pressurized the force of his tongue.

“Aaaah, Oh my God!” Phoebe sang. She had never felt anything this blissful. Sex couldn’t be better than this. Could it?

Her body began to quiver, just as a sailing path of torched nerves scuttled up her spine. Quentin covered her pussy entirely with his mouth, suckling her with the mission to quench his thirst. In one elongated slurp, he took a tongue over the folds of her labia, lashing at her stiff, juicy pearl. A cycling buzz from her clit made Phoebe hotter, sending a beating pulse pounded through her sensitive flesh. Before she had a mind to comprehend what was happening, she was coming.

“Oh God.” Her legs quaked, and she felt out of control as a profound knocking ripped through her core, and a violent wave of crème eased out to meet his thirsty mouth. The piece of furniture rocked as Phoebe’s trembles became reckoning spasms. The momentum caused her body to sail into his mouth harder, and as if he hadn’t dined on anything so deliciously fulfilling in all his life, Quentin lapped and sucked, covering every corner of her vagina with his tongue.

“Damn it, girl…” he rumbled. “You just couldn’t stay away,” he murmured. “Why’d you go and do this to me?” He licked her some more, sucking in her flesh as if it killed him not to do so.

Numbly, Phoebe gazed down at his half-lit eyes, her legs still vibrantly shaking.

“On the contrary,” she purred. “I think it is you who has done it to me.” Phoebe licked her lips. “That was so damn good. My God.” She closed her eyes and opened them as her head spun.

Quentin smirked. “That was just making love to this pussy, sweetheart. I have yet to eat your ass out.”

Phoebe’s eyes widened, and something akin to a nostalgic desire crept into her bones. Quentin kissed her mound then moved up her belly to her navel than her breast. With his mouth, he inhaled one knotted nipple, sucking, teasing the areola inside his heated cove. His hands explored her body, gliding up her fermented skin. Each time his fingers sunk into her luscious flesh, her body tinged with another round of sordid heat.

“Mmmm,” Phoebe moaned, wrapped in the warmth of his body. “Quentin…” she purred, dazed in a cocoon of rapture.

“Yes, baby,” he said, slurping in her nipples.

His dick pushed against her center, and Phoebe burned with desire.

“Take off your shorts,” she said.

Quentin slipped his dark gaze up at her, lifting high enough for her nipple to pop out of his mouth. His eyes combed over her face as if he hadn’t committed each detail to memory long ago. With ease, he stood and removed his shorts without haste. When his erection sprang free, Phoebe moved back without realizing it.

Her eyes traveled to his dark orbs, then back down again. “You have not been using that to have sex,” she said, fascinated at the swollen thickness of his length and tipped curve of his head. Quentin stepped forward and kneeled, picking her legs up to toss them over his shoulder.

“You’re not scared, are you?” his deep voice drummed. Taking his shaft in his hand, Quentin popped the top of her vagina with his distended member.

Phoebe quivered softly, then lied, “No, but…” she hesitated, and so did he.

“But what?” he said, easing down on top of her with the head of his penis at her opening.

“Be careful... please,” she said.

Something in her voice gave him pause, and Quentin studied her for a long moment. A thought crossed his mind, and he shook it off with a dismissing laugh.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“Nothing,” he said, “I’m tripping, I almost thought…”

“Thought what?”

Quentin kissed her lips. “For some reason, I got the crazy idea that you could be a virgin.” He chuckled and pressed into her, but her vagina was sealed shut even with her being superbly wet.

Phoebe shut her eyes and bit her bottom lip. “Quentin,” she said.

“Yes, baby.”

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