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“Yes,” she breathes. “More, West. I want more.”

I replace my thumb with my tongue and draw circles over her clit, watching as the build begins to consume her.

She drops her weight off her elbows and grips my hair as a demand comes bursting through her lips, “Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”

I know, baby. I can feel how close you are. But what I can’t tell you is how I want your cum on my tongue every fucking day. And what I’m doing to you is the same thing you’re doing to me.

I’m not licking some random cunt that my wife brought home to hook up with. This is a pussy I want to worship. I care if Piper gets off, if she’s completely satisfied. When I go back to my place later this evening, I want Piper to feel that sweet ache all night and think about what I did to cause it. I want her to crave me. And, when her husband tries to get her off, I want her to remember what it sounds like when she screams my name. Why I’m slipping into her thoughts because she sure as fuck slips into mine.

H