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EMILY
“Morning, sweetheart,” Xander murmured from between my spread thighs.
I looked down my body at him, his eyes hooded perhaps from sleep, but more likely with arousal. Just the sight of him there, his hands on my inner thighs, was so decadent. Frank had never put his mouth on my p***y, ever. If Tyler liked my breasts, then Xander definitely liked to lick my p***y.
His finger was curled deep inside of me, pressing against that special spot, rubbing it so that my hips arched—directly into his mouth. How had I slept through him settling between my thighs? How had I been unaware of his blunt finger sliding into me? I could feel their slick seed still deep within. His beard rasped against my newly bare p***y and when he flicked my clit with his tongue, then sucked on it, I came.
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