The seconds tick down. Kate is very good with that tongue of hers, almost good enough...but she's scared, and desperate. So she's not her talented self. Still, you let out a low moan, a small orgasm running up your spine. Panting and sweating, you look over at the clock. So does she.
Five minutes, twelve seconds.
You look down at her pretty face, nicely framed by your thighs. You can't wait to taste it. Looking back at you, she shudders.
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