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I could do this all night.
I could spend hours like this, my head between her thighs, my name on her lips.
But I can feel her body tensing, her movements becoming more frantic, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
She is close.
So close.
I pull back, my lips and chin glistening with her arousal.
"No," she sobs. "Mario, please."
Her hips lift off the bed, chasing me.
"Patience," I repeat in a low voice.
And then I do it again.
I bring her to the brink again and again, each denial making the pleasure more intense, the need more desperate. I can feel her frustration mounting, her pleas becoming more incoherent.
She is lost to the pleasure.
Lost to me.
Her body is no longer her own.
It is mine.
To play with.
To command.
To pleasure.
And I am enjoying myself immensely.
I slide two fingers inside her, and she gasps, her inner walls clenching around me in an involuntary spasm.
I start to move them in and out of her, my tongue playing her clit like an instrument.
Her eyes roll back in her head, her body arching off the bed, a long, drawn-out moan escaping her lips.
She is so close.
Just a little more.
Just a little…
I could pull back. I could make this last longer, draw it out until she's so desperate, she can't speak or breathe.
But... I give her what she wants.
I close my lips around her clit, sucking hard as I piston my fingers into her, hitting a spot deep inside her that will make her go wild.
The effect is immediate.
Her entire body tenses, a bow pulled taut, and then she shatters.
