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He kissed me again, slower this time, his tongue stroking mine in lazy, sensual waves. His hand slid down my body, cupping my breast, thumb circling my nipple until it was a tight peak. Then lower, over my stomach, between my thighs.

His fingers parted my already soaked folds, sliding through the slickness with a low groan.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he murmured against my lips. “Always so ready.”

Two thick fingers pushed inside me slowly, curling gently to stroke that perfect spot while his thumb circled my clit in lazy spirals. The pleasure built gradually, warm and deep, as he kissed me through it — tongue...