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He stayed locked between your thighs, mouth sealed over your dripping cunt as he worked you open with his tongue. Every deep thrust of it pushed through the thick, warm mess still leaking out of you. He licked in slow, heavy strokes—flattening his tongue to gather the cum that spilled down your folds, then curling it to push the rest back inside. His two fingers stayed buried alongside it, spreading you wide so nothing escaped. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth filled the space between your legs: soft sucking, the slick drag of his tongue, the occasional low groan he couldn’t hold back when another pulse of his own cum touched his tongue. Your body reacted hard. Your arms shook. Your elbows give out as a sharp, clench rolled through your cunt—walls fluttering and squeezing around his tongue and fingers like your body was trying to pull him deeper. A full-body shiver ran down your spine. Your back arched sharply, ass pushing back against his face hips tilting higher as if offering him more. “Ah—! Fuck—” you gasped, voice breaking. Your thighs trembled so hard they almost buckled. “I can feel it… every time your tongue pushes in… it’s so wet… I’m dripping all over your face—” He answered by sucking harder, sealing his mouth around your clit and the swollen entrance of your cunt at once. The sudden vacuum made your stomach drop. Your fingers curled into the couch cushions, knuckles white. Another thick trickle of cum was pulled straight into his mouth, and the sensation of it leaving you—warm and heavy—made your hips jerk forward, then slam back again as your body chased the feeling. He didn’t let up. He kept h