There was something so appealing about the tentative explorations of his mouth. Laurie's fingers still rested in his hair, and they tightened as his tongue hit her clit, a gasp escaping her lips. She made a conscious effort to relax her grip, stroking against the nape of his neck in appreciation. "Oooh. You're definitely not doing that wrong."
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