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He kisses my left knee, making a path upward. His hands hike my dress higher, covering himself in the material so it stretches over his head. In the privacy of that curtain, his lips finally make contact with my swollen clit. Then his tongue makes contact. And then he starts sucking.

I clap my palm over my lips and squeeze my eyes shut, fighting desperately to hold in my pleasure. But another flick of his tongue across my pussy, and I can’t help but let out a trembling moan.

Coiled like a spring, my inner walls flex to warn me that my orgasm is coming. My forehead is soaked with perspiration, and my thighs are slick from arousal. The room is like a sauna, and it takes me a second to realize that the heat is coming from inside of me.

Asher has set me on fucking fire with his mouth, and every time he laps at my sensitive slit, the flames grow just a little bit bigger.

A little bit more out of control.

Another swipe of his tongue, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Thick fingers