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She moaned loudly as she tried to close her leg. His tongue was a flaming lash of pleasure, working its way slowly through the narrow slit as his fingers parted the plump lips.

"So sweet," He moaned.

His tongue licked through each fold, tickled around her clit, slid down, lined the opening to her vagina, and then started again. It made her strain against him even as she pulled back, torn between the sensations that coursed through her.

Then his lips clamped around her clit and he sucked, hard.

"Oh my God...!" She cried out as such shocking pleasure coursed through her. Darkness obscured her vision. Gasping, struggling to breathe, Ixora felt her hands clasping his hair, her nails digging into his scalp as she fought to push him away and hold him in place at the same time.

His tongue was wicked, domineering. It sought, demanded and drew from her a pleasure beyond anything she had ever heard of, let alone known. It sent lightning through her system.

Tidal waves of sensation crashed throu