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Chapter Twenty ***

Author: DT Jones
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His tongue drew warm, moist circles across her skin, his hands pushing her breasts together tightly, yet gently. She moaned and moved her arms above her head, allowing him full access to her quivering body.

Sandra closed her eyes and fell into a pool of sensation. She had never felt anything as incredible as his touch on her bare skin, then a cool breeze blew across her. He had found the front opening of her bra and unfastened it, pushing the thin material aside.

“Never wear any other type of bra,” he told her with an appreciative grin, his lips grazing the delicate skin, tracing her areola with the tip of his tongue, nipping and sucking her erect nipple.

The sensation was extraordinary, the heat and passion burned into her flesh, his tongue branding her with searing kisses. She heard the deep rumble of his moan, feeling the vibration against her tender flesh as her back arched, her breast pressing deeper into his mouth. His tongue lavishly bathed her, and she was transported to anot
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