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And in a split second, before Isis could catch a breath or blink an eye, went all in with his tongue, at first teasing his way in, while she squirmed and closed her thighs in reflex, his head between them, while his tongue worked its way into her wetness, exploring her as deep as his tongue allowed him, drawing shivering moans from her, as he went.

Her moans were getting louder and almost uncontrollable and he loved it, the way he made her feel, and the way she freely expressed it, not withholding anything back.

He wondered if Rachel could hear her sounds. Not because he didn't want her to realize he was making out with her or anything, if he wanted anything so badly this moment, it was to satisfy Isis, and for Racheal to be aware of what was happening behind his closed doors.

He withdrew his tongue from inside of her and unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, revealing her firm, round breasts, caged in a white silky bra.

His left hand reached for her back, and unclasped her bra