Each pass of his tongue across her clit sent her closer to climax, but he kept the pace slow much to Anita's dismay. She was breathless now, the whimpers gone, replaced by low groans that choked off a moment with each flick against her sensitive flesh. Slim fingers tightened a bit in his hair, silently pleading for just a bit more.
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Date: 2009-02-12 01:27 pm (UTC)