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He put his finger into my body again, naturally. It was as if my body already belonged to him.

I took a deep breath, because, oh my God. Oh. Oh my God.

He made me wet and let me hear the sound of moisture from below. It was the sound of him and me, as light as the sound of flowing water.

I heard him groan as if he had made a mess of me. I knew he needed satisfaction, which was an exciting thing for him.

I closed my eyes and let myself dive into the water, feeling him lick the skin between my thigh and abdomen. I heard my own low voice get out.

He groaned and panted. My fingers slid through his hair and he hugged me tightly.

When I came to my climax, I swore that I was absolutely clean. My slowly contracting palace expanded in big waves and my thighs trembled around his head. At this moment, he asked, "Can I f*ck you one more time?"