Tracy
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“Taste yourself,” he said, his voice thick.
My heart hammered, my curiosity piquing. I had never tasted myself. No man had made me do it.
As he held up his finger, I slunk my head downward. Slowly? I clamped my lips around the tip of his finger. I twirled my tongue around it; the sweet and soft salt taste from my juice melted on my tongue.
My cheeks hollowed as I sucked his finger, taking everything in.
For a moment, I imagined it was his c**k that was in my mouth. My gaze darkened as I bobbed on it.
A smile burnt on Mr Fredrinn’s lips, his gaze holding mine.
His c**k hardened, bulging in his trousers.
A hot sensation rushed through my veins, both thrilling and arousing. I could feel my c**t tingle again.
After licking my juice off his finger, I pulled away and drag
