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her ass back to the edge of the bed, where he knelt on one knee and, without preamble, dove his tongue into her pussy.
     
    She groaned with released need. “Oh, shit, yes.”
     
    With those worldly eyes of his, she would have expected him to be good at this, but she wasn’t quite prepared for what really good cunnilingus skills would do to her.
     
    He moved from inciting her lips and vulva to ravaging her clitoris, and back to her lips and vulva, with perfect timing. His abandonment of her clitoris didn’t feel like a tease because her arousal level continued to grow toward climax no matter what he did, it seemed.
     
    His timing was bewitching. Just as part of her would express a desire to be stimulated with that amazing tongue of his, his tongue was there, stimulating it, and just as another part of her lips would begin to feel that sucking would now be the thing to do, before the spark was a real desire, his lips were there, sucking and pulling in just the right way.
     
    “Oh shit, that is good,” she moaned, rubbing her hands through her hair and cupping her breasts with pure lust and growing need.
     
    Then she discovered the man had magic hands. He inserted two fingers into her, working them past the knuckles, spreading her open, and fucking her all in concert with his mouth, which was now inciting her clitoris to rise and become harder than she ever recalled it being.
     
    “Fuck!” she gasped as his fingers begin stroking into her with a rhythm that had her hips and ass squeezing and rising, twisting and yearning, only seconds after his entry.
     
    “Sweet mercy,” she panted as she felt a rising, unexpectedly swift, luscious and beautiful orgasm.
     
    Her back arched, pressing her shoulders and head into the mattress while lifting her breasts higher to the air as she pulled and milked her nipples with her long-fingered hands.
     
    “God, what you are doing to me,” she groaned with a low urging voice. “Please don’t stop. Oh please, please, please don’t stop.”
     
    That luscious and beautiful orgasm building up inside of her suddenly twisted and churned her hips. Electric spasms of heat and fire set off inside her thighs and ass and gripped her abs. The orgasm then rose up, like a wave from a calm sea, and kept rising inside of her.
     
    “Oh shit!” she cried, and her hands left her breasts to grasp and pull at the bed sheets.
     
    Higher it rose, and the agony of needful release rose with it. Hank’s fingers were fucking her hard now, and her hips pumped and gripped and squeezed at him, but now the agony of pre-climax was much more than she felt she could stand. She began to buck her hips, trying to break his rhythm and let her down a little. Hank responded by putting his other arm around her thigh, across her hips, and then clamping her down on the mattress with such force, the thrill of it was sucked up into her rising climax, plunging it higher.
     
    “Oh shit, fuck, god damn it!” she cursed as she thrashed and clawed. Her hips still bucked but didn’t rise. Hank’s arm was simply too strong for her to budge.
     
    She clawed and gripped and pulled at that arm, and then at his head between her thighs. She clamped her thighs together and tried twisting, but Hank proved too strong for that as well.
     
    “Please Hank! Oh fucking please! Make me come! Fuck! Please! Shit, please! Please Hank!” she begged, because it had to be him, right? It had to be! Orgasms never went this far without climaxing, and the sudden intense rushes of agony washing through her were so fucking forceful. And she couldn’t get him off her so she could rub herself off! And he wouldn’t push her to the next step, and she was coming undone!
     
    Then Hank did something with his tongue and bore down on her clit so hard, she thought for a moment it might pop off. Just go, Pop!
     
    The wave curled, and for a brief moment she thought with pure clarity, “What have I done?”
     
    The climax rolled her. Her