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    Using my fingers, I splayed out the hairless flesh. She shuddered and her grip tightened on my scalp. She was so hot, so hot and wet, saturated. This woman wanted me, she wanted me in her, to touch her. That knowledge in itself was such a turn-on.
    “John,” she said, spreading her legs wider as if inviting me in. “Oh, please.” Running my fingers lower, I found her narrow slit and poked the tip of my index finger into her opening. She arched her back and sucked me up a little farther. The heat and need in my groin grew. But it would be a while before I could think of release, this was all about her. Evening up the orgasm tally between us. I liked to play fair.
    I massaged just inside her small opening with the tips of two fingers. Instantly a creamy wet heat flowed harder from her core.
    “Tida, you feel so good,” I managed. “I want to be inside you, I want to feel you around me.”
    “Oh yes, inside me, and your, your tongue, please, on my—” I knew what she wanted. I edged my fingers in, not in a hard thrust because she was so small and tight, but in a flesh-easing glide, and at the same time I sucked her clit into my mouth.
    She released my hair and shoved her hands behind herself on the wall as though to stop from falling over. “Ah, ah, oh…” she gasped, clenching her thighs over my ears.
    I’d been told I was good with my tongue, and this was one perfect pussy to work my magic on. I nipped at her clit then caught it in a tight suck, drawing my cheeks in with each pull. Her flavor was intoxication, hot musky syrup, pure woman. I didn’t think I would ever get enough of it.
    Her breaths were ragged. Little mewling sounds came from her but I didn’t let up. I pushed in higher and the juicy flesh of her pussy began to surround my questing fingers, a silken vise, drenching me in the heated slide of her moisture. I closed my eyes 40
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    and became lost to the moment. I’d dreamed of doing this to her last night, when I’d got home. Imagined what it would be like to have the demanding surge of her desire pressing into my tongue, and feel her unravel for me, come in my mouth, let me take all of her the way she’d taken all of me.
    Adding another finger, I sought out that elusive pad of flesh on the front wall of her channel. She released a keening cry and I knew I’d hit the jackpot. I was stretching her, filling her, my hooked fingers working that wonderful sensitive spot.
    Her thighs clamped more firmly around my head. I was aware of her body tightening. She was going to come. Her breaths were erratic, her hips jerking and shuddering. I increased the suction over her swollen clit and gently flicked my tongue over it.
    She cried out and shoved harder onto me. I could almost feel the pressure inside her, bubbling, coiling. This woman was spectacular—there were no restraints in the way she took pleasure. I suckled harder, faster, my tongue massaging and my fingers fretting until finally she splintered apart.
    She’d been worried about someone seeing us, but clearly she didn’t have the same concerns for being heard. Her screech was like one of the hawks we’d seen on the way up the hill, loud and uninhibited, completely wild and animalistic. It echoed around the priory, tumbling down the hill and soaring into the blue sky. I was lost to the moment, the sensation of her pulsing pussy clamping and releasing around my fingers, her clit bobbing rapidly in my mouth. She was writhing and quivering, as though she wanted more but at the same time couldn’t stand it.
    After wringing every last ounce of pleasure from her I released her clit. But I kept my fingers lodged high inside. I wasn’t ready to give up the saturated cunt that had convulsed so sweetly around me.
    “John,” she gasped, clawing at my hair.
    I stood and held her body with my free arm. A final, almost violent spasm sent shudders slamming through her and I squeezed her to me, holding her together.
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