[Inexperienced as he is, he must be doing something right. Every sound of hers, held back as though out of pride, does little to conceal every small physical tell. And the not-so-small, he thinks, as she pulls her legs up.
One more long, indulgent swipe of his tongue. A breath, fanning across her folds, and then.
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One more long, indulgent swipe of his tongue. A breath, fanning across her folds, and then.
He pauses. Smiles.]