NIGHTINGALE

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I cried out as Hakan sucked my clit. I could feel the tears on my cheeks as I panted, trying to fill my lungs with air. He dipped his tongue inside me and I sobbed. His head was between my legs, with my legs on his shoulders and my hands pinned by his own hands. He held me down so I could barely move while he tormented me with pleasure. In my head, the words I was speaking were all coherent but as they left my mouth, they all sounded like gibberish. I only knew that I was trying to plead with him to end my suffering.

“I...