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He sucked again. She forgot the world. Her fingers dug into his hips. She moaned.

“Mmm. Ahh. Mmm.”

It went on. She hung in his arms. Then she said, “Inside. Ahh. Your tongue. Ahh.”




He pushed his tongue into her and fucked her with it. Each push went in wet. Inside, she was hotter. The taste went heavy, thick cream coating his tongue.

“Ahh. Inside. Ahh. Ahh.”

“Cathy wants the tongue. Take it.”



Cream kept coming onto his tongue. Each push touched a different part of her pussy, and each one felt like she was coming.




I will need a mouth on me always, she thought. This is the same pleasure as fucking, and there is no pain. This is not baby making. So it is not really sex. It gives so much pleasure. Why should you even stop doing this.

She locked her legs behind his head. Her thighs closed on his neck like a vice and pulled his face in. He worked his face with his tongue. His nose hit her asshole each time his head moved, and she came.

“Kunal. Ahh. I am. Ahh.”




She shook. She kept moaning.

“Ahh. Ahh. Ahh.”




When it passed, Kunal put her on the sofa. She looked at him like someone high on drugs.

“Thanks,” Isha said.

He laughed. He tapped her pussy and pulled the gown down. “You owe Tyson two times now.”

He left.