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We kiss while I explore her tits and she traces her fingertips against my chest.

“I’ve got to taste you. I can’t wait any longer,” I tell her.

I work my way down her body, then pull off her practical cotton panties. She’s so damn beautiful. Big tits, wide hips, a soft belly and thick thighs.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I tell her. Then I wedge myself between her thighs. “Let me see you and how wet you are for me.” I spread her folds with my thumb. “Soaked.”

I look up at her face and she’s watching me. Always so curious. It’s one of the things I love about her. “I’m going to fucking devour this pussy, Sadie.”

She bites down on her bottom lip.

I keep our eyes locked as I lean forward and lick her from slit to clit.

Her lips part and her eyes darken.

I slide one finger inside her tight, wet channel and she grips me so damn tight. I curve my finger and find that rough spot on the front wall of her pussy and rub across it.

“Oh wow!” Her hips buck, letting me know I’ve hit the right spot.

I want to make her come quickly. I want to watch her this time. Since that first time we were kissing and mostly in the dark. But now I’m watching and paying attention.

I suck her clit into my mouth and add another finger inside her. She’s so tight. She squirms, so I press my free arm across her hips to keep her still. I finger fuck her G-spot while flicking my tongue against her clit. Making sure my rhythm is steady.

“Finn, oh my goodness,” she says.

She’s writhing and pressing her pussy against my mouth. Her fingers are in my hair and I’m pretty sure she’s chanting my name.

“I think it’s gonna happen again!” Then she makes a squealing noise as her climax rockets through her body. A surge of fresh wetness coats my tongue. I slow my movements, just licking gently to coax out every last tremor of her orgasm.

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Sadie

I stare at the gorgeous, bearded man between my thighs as my body comes down from the intense climax.

“You made me come,” I say, because I am the epitome of coolness. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at myself.

He grins as he stands from the bed. “I did. Twice.” He holds up two fingers.

He’s still wearing his jeans, though they’re undone. The tent in his underwear is impressive. I run my hand up his chest, then back down. Using my finger, I outline those six defined abs. Dark curls scatter across his pectorals, then taper into a thinner line of hair that disappears into his underwear. I continue dragging my finger along his skin, sliding into the divot on his right side.

“You know this “V” is called Adonis’s belt? It has the power to make women very stupid.”

“Is that so?” he asks.

I slip my finger down beneath the waistband of his underwear and he hisses.

“Fuck, Velma. You have no idea how good your hands feel on me.”

“I’m pretty sure I might know.”

“I want to do filthy things to you.”

“Tell me,” I say.

“I want to bend you over that fancy desk of yours and lick your pussy from behind. I want you on your knees in front of me so I can slowly fuck your mouth.”

“Take off your jeans,” I command.

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