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LORENA

Both his hands pushed under my ass and he lifted my hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass as he fucked me with his tongue.

It was as if he needed me on his tongue, something reverent in the way he was devouring me.

“Oh. My. God.” I moaned, digging my hands into his thick, dark hair, his name slipping from my lips as his tongue swirled over my clit before sucking.

“Alessandro ,” I breathed. “More. Oh, God. Please.”

His deep noises as he devoured me drove me crazy with lust.

I peeled my eyes open and met his smoldering gaze, burning me with his own heat. He watched me as he lapped me steadily, fingering me faster and harder, until I was wanton putty under his touch.

In and out. In and out. Loud moans echoed through the silence of the night, as I rocked my hips against his face shamelessly.

His one hand reached up and pinched my swollen clit, then immediately brushed his tongue over it.