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Writer's POV:

"Oh my gosh! Ohhhhh..." Saïda moved uncontrollably and tried to wriggle away from his grip as the pleasure was turning to sweet torture.

Asahd gripped her open thighs firmly, making sure she had nowhere to escape to. His tongue and mouth were all over her sensitivity, driving her wild.

"Ahhhh!" she groaned and arched her back, raising her hips and trying to get him off her but to no avail. His mouth remained glued to her sensitive folds.

Her body was on fire. Her loins were on fire. She could hardly breathe straight. Asahd always ate her out in a way that was sure to leave her...