She squirms as his tongue slurps through her pinkness. Climax too close, she pulls his head, gasping, "In me." Rising over her, "Your creaminess was delicious." "Better than my crème broulee?" "As good as." "Skewer me now. Like those kebabs earlier." Soon his beloved hardness thrusts, rhythmic as ever, into her wetness. Just one doubt threatens her ecstasy this perfect evening. But
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