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She felt his fingers on her, sliding through her wetness, rubbing the juices he had made her produce into my skin. He slid one thick finger into her and she jerked, trying to move away from him. He held her in place with an arm across her lower stomach and he continued to move his finger in and out, urging more of the nectar she produced from her body. Nate finally removed his finger and he brought it to her lips. She flicked her tongue apprehensively over the tip, tasting herself. The taste wasn’t at all what she expected and not bad. She sucked his...