I kept the pressure steady, rhythmic, my tongue never leaving her clit. Her thighs began to tremble on either side of my head, her breathing becoming ragged.
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I wish I could say I was reluctant. But at forty-eight, twice divorced and three months into the longest dry spell of my adult life, there was no way in hell I was turning down a setup. Even if it was with my c…
