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“Mmmm,” I murmur, my tongue lapping hungrily at her throbbing clit.

Maisy whimpers, her body shuddering as the orgasm takes her. Her moisture surges, spilling onto my tongue.

Nothing has ever tasted better.

“Another.”

People are gathering near the door of the party room. It must be time to send the bride and groom off.

“You better hurry, Maisy. People are coming. They might catch us.”

“We should stop,” she whispers.

“Not until you come.”

Voices are getting louder.

“Daddy...”

“Hurry, baby.” I replace my mouth with two fingers inside her, curling them over the spot that gets her there fast, my thumb on her clit. “Come on my hand like a good girl.”

Chapter Nine

Maisy

The house is dark whenI walk through the front door, my skirt swishing around my ankles. I flick on the lights and head straight for the kitchen, anticipation thrumming in my veins. My pussy clenches, already wet and aching for William’s touch. Reliving the orgasm I had an hour ago. William is quite the surprise.

He’ll be home soon.

I fill the kettle and set it on the stove, choosing chamomile tea to soothe our frazzled nerves. As the water heats, I light candles around the kitchen, the flickering flames casting shadows that dance across the walls.

I can’t believe he went down on me in public. Made me come twice. Who is this man? I was so afraid of getting caught, but at the same time, I didn’t care. I just wanted him.

The kettle whistles, steam curling into the air. I pour the water over the tea balls, the herbal scent wafting up to greet me. My hands tremble slightly as I carry the mugs to the table.

I stare into the depths of my tea, waiting, listening for the familiar creak of the front door. Heat pools low in my belly, my cunt pulsing with need. I squirm in my seat, crossing and uncrossing my legs to ease the ache.

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