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Fucking bare.

My gaze took in her curves, the palm-sized tits that I loved to suck, her toned legs opening, fingers crawling down her body, rubbing my favorite spot.

“Jesus, Jo, you’re fucking stunning.”

She brushed her fingers across her clit.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Your tongue would feel better.”

She wanted me to lick her cunt.

A request that couldn’t be any sexier.

I knelt in the tiny space in front of the bed and pulled her ass across the mattress until her pussy reached my mouth. “I promise you”—I blew air across her, giving her just the very tip of my tongue, barely adding any pressure—“you will never forget this.”

“Jenner …” she moaned.

I breathed across her clit, just soft, normal bursts of air, gradually increasing the pressure. With each exhale, she quivered, rocking her hips, trying to get more of my tongue.

But I didn’t give in.

I wanted to take my time.

I wanted to savor her pussy.

“You’re torturing me,” she cried, tugging my hair, trying to bring me closer.

I lean