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“Shit. Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop this time,” she called out as her body began to shake around me.
She came hard, her pussy clamping down on my fingers so tightly it felt like she could break them.
I waited a fraction of a second before pulling them away from her quivering core. Then, for good measure, and because I just loved the way she tasted, I licked over her pussy, my mouth tipping up at the sides as her cream coated my tongue.
I stood, looking down at her. This was everything. This post-orgasm high she was riding—I did that.
“We’re not done right?” Her voice soft and held a tinge of worry.
“No, beautiful,” I said with a huge smile as I dropped my pants and stepped out of them. “We’re just getting started.”
So I made love to her until she knew that she had my soul.
Then I fucked her until she couldn’t come anymore.
And after I cleaned her happily sated body, I crawled in between the sheets and wrapped her up in my arms, tangling every part of me that I could with every part of her.
