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He lingers at my breasts, sucking on each sore bud in turn until I squirm beneath him. When he makes his way back up and kisses me deep, I expect the pressure of him between my legs. But, while I feel his length full against my thigh, he doesn’t seek entrance. I’m riding right at that edge. So close. But not quite there.

He simply keeps kissing me with deep, masterful dips of his tongue