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She dragged her teeth across her lip before connecting our mouths. I gave her my tongue, trying to shift her focus to me, giving her something else to concentrate on.

When I finally pulled away, I whispered, “I need you to touch yourself.” I nuzzled my nose over her cheek. “Rub your clit for me. Show me how you would get yourself off if I wasn’t here.”

I felt her slip into place, her hand lifting enough that it grazed my lower stomach.

“That’s it, Hannah.” I reached down and added more spit to her ass, making sure she was wet enough there.

“Oh fuck,” she exhaled.

“Kiss me.”

I kept my lips against her cheek. “Does that feel good, baby?” My finger was back in her ass, deep as it would go. I glanced down her body, needing to see what she was doing to her clit. “Yes, Hannah. Fuck, that’s so sexy.”

I added a second finger, needing to spread her more. But I didn’t take my eyes off her face, assessing where she was at, what she needed, and the second she began to get used to it, I plunged fa