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She buried her hands in his hair, sinking her hands into him, pushing his face in tandem with her need to strum her to the next level—
“Oh, Jensen!” she murmured, fucking his tongue, which licked her, hard, dead center on her nub. His tongue opened up, hot flesh on hers, as he gave her focused and expansive flesh play.
Two different sensations tipped her completely over as every muscle tensed, her dripping hole clinging to his finger, riding his face like a stallion, his tongue working hard to keep her frenzy going.
“There! Oh Right there, Jensen” she groaned, hands curling into fists of orgasm, body flailing as she murmured over and over, “Oh, God! Oh, God!” She wasn't one bit self-conscious. He made her not care at all. He didn't flirt a bit with her clit, but engaged so fully. So, uh, deeply. He was clearly enjoying this. Reveling in it. He picked some perfect rhythm for making her come, and she felt like she was being played by a sex virtuoso.