I think about the pace and rhythm she used to please me; and when I speed up a little and she gasps my name, I can’t think of a single thing that feels better than this does. Her thighs are tensing up now, and her moans are dangerously distracting. She moves her hips in time with my mouth and keeps my head pressed firmly in place. She’s close, so I give her a bit more pressure with my tongue, and that’s all she needs.
“Fuck, Mia, yes…”
Her moaning my name is a thing of beauty – throaty, delicious, and satisfied. I keep going until she’s completely done and tugs on my hair again, pulling me up so she can kiss me deeply. When we come up for air, she looks at me with such adoration I don’t need to hear out loud how she feels. I just know, and that’s enough.
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