"well now, that looks nice," he said. he licked her clit again, his tongue hot and wet as it traced erratic patterns around her increasingly sensitive nub.

she was going to die; she knew it. her hips canted upward as the plug in her backside sent odd nerves tap-dancing from her bottom all the way to her spine. under his slow, determined stroking, her clit swelled until it felt like an overripe melon just waiting to split. she closed her eyes. oh god.

"please," she whispered. "dammit, marcus..."

"not there yet," he murmured, and his finger circled her entrance. the anal plug pressed against her vagina as he pushed his finger into the compressed space. too tight. her insides pulsed around the new intrusion, the feeling incredibly intense.

his finger pressed, rubbed against something inside her vagina, and she felt the pulsing start to expand. ruthlessly he licked her clit and stroked inside her, pushing her higher and higher until all she could think about was the next touch of his tongue, the next slide of his finger.

he stopped. his finger slid out, leaving her empty and throbbing.

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