She rocks her hips up against the press of his mouth, her fingers tightening on her breast, squeezing, rubbing her nipple between her fingers. He fingers tighten in his hair, pulling.
"Oh, my God," she mumbles.
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She rocks her hips up against the press of his mouth, her fingers tightening on her breast, squeezing, rubbing her nipple between her fingers. He fingers tighten in his hair, pulling.
"Oh, my God," she mumbles.