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    A tiny piece of Kara's consciousness, which was still able to think of things that didn't involve Ron's fingers or lips, remembered that they had very little privacy this weekend. “I think...” she tried, before a tremor of pleasure forced her to start again. “I think we should stop now.”
    Ron ignored her.
    His fingertips gently stroke her pussy, tracing the contours of her softest flesh and making her whole body tremble.
    “I really think,” Kara whispered again, “that we should—”
    A spasm broke her sentence making her half sit up in bed as her thighs clamped tight upon Ron's hand, and her hands shot to cover his and push his fingers deeper between her legs.
    “Think what,” Ron teased. His voice sounded all the more sexy in her ears because he was whispering. “You think you have a Charlie horse? Is that why you sat up so suddenly?”
    He wrapped his free arm around Kara's shoulders and pulled her back flat on the mattress.
    “Let me help you with that spasm,” he said. “I'll get you all loosened up again.”
    His fingers slid up her wet labia, transferring her moisture to the swollen nub of her clitoris.
    “Oh,” she groaned, louder than she knew she should have. “Ron, don't—”
    She hadn't completed the instruction before his fingers pressed down and Kara's hips bucked up toward the ceiling. Her mouth opened to scream and she grabbed the pillow off the bed and bit into it— hard . Ron's fingers dug furiously into her clit, rubbing faster and faster, even as his other hand—arm wrapped around her back so he could grip her shoulder—kept her effectively pinned flat upon the mattress.
    Kara's knees lifted so high they would have struck her chin if not for the pillow she hugged against her face to stifle her orgasmic screams. Apparently this position offered Ron additional inspiration, for suddenly his fingers left her pussy while his alternate hand slid out from behind her back. He rolled to his knees in front of her and his hands caught Kara's legs just below the kneecaps, pushing her thighs flat across her stomach and breasts, completely exposing the long crevice of her pussy. Then his head dipped down, a shadow disappearing in the darkness of the room, and his long flat tongue lapped the length of Kara's labia.
    She really couldn't help herself!
    She screamed her pleasure into the pillow, heart racing with pre-orgasmic pleasure and plain old-fashioned fear of discovery.
    Ron licked her again, slow and delicious, coaxing spasms of ecstasy out of her moist lips and the treasure they secured.
    Her spine arched, struggling to push herself harder against Ron's tongue, but his fingers tightened their grip behind her knees and pressed her legs harder against her breasts and stomach.
    Kara squeezed the pillow tighter in her embrace, forcing it against her mouth to stifle the noise she knew she must be making. Her lungs fought for air—at war with both the pillow and the surging pulse within her that made it difficult for her to remember to keep her chest heaving. If Ron didn't grant her some release soon, the pillow wasn't going to be enough to contain her.
    His tongue worked its way slowly up her pussy again, this time trying to slice between the moist outer lips to taste the nectar building up within her.
    Kara's whole body began to shake on the precipice of a monumental orgasm. Spasms wracked her thighs and the arms securing the pillow against her screams quivered with pent up energy. Drum solos were quieter than the pounding in her chest as the tip of Ron's tongue reached the upper most limits of her labia and then delicately circled the painfully swollen flesh of her clitoris. If he would just...
    Ron's lips circled Kara's clit and gently sucked it into the welcoming warmth of his mouth.
    Kara bucked so hard, her ass left the bed and she almost knocked Ron off of her. Her legs broke free of his grip and circled around his head. Ron had already recovered his balance. He grasped her inner