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and squirmed
but the patient strokes continued. I begged him to enter me, and
he snapped at me to be silent.
He dragged his penis, dripping with my juices, across my belly
and between my breasts. I took him eagerly into my mouth, but he
twisted his fingers into my hair and pulled my head away. "Not
yet. Kiss it. Worship it." I complied, running my tongue over the
glans, down the shaft, over his testicles. I heard his sharp
intake of breath. One hand played with my vagina while I licked
and sucked and wished I could use my hands to pleasure him.
After a while, he lifted himself away from my face and lowered
his head between my legs. I cried out at the touch of his tongue.
He snarled, "I'm done with your mouth, and you can't keep it
shut, so..."
The remains of my panties became a gag. As an afterthought, the
bedside towel became a blindfold. Unable to see what he was
doing, I focussed my attention on his touch, on his flicking
tongue torturing my clitoris and labia. Relentless, he drove me
to the brink of orgasm, and pulled away. His tongue and hands
caressed my thighs,
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