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In the weeks that followed, our encounters grew more intimate and explorative. Mr. Anderson’s eagerness to please me turned every visit into a new adventure of pleasure. His hands became more confident, his tongue more insistent, and his cock more teasing. One afternoon, the session took a thrilling turn that left me craving even more.
I showed up at his door in a short, airy summer dress, again wearing nothing underneath. The thin fabric barely concealed my hardened nipples and the curves of my ass. As soon as he saw me, his eyes darkened with desire, and he pulled me inside.
Without wasting a moment, he pressed me against the wall and kissed me deeply. His hands roamed over my body, lifting my dress to reveal my bare skin. He kneaded my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, sending shivers down my spine.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, trailing kisses down my neck.
He led me to the living room, where he sat me on the edge of the couch. Kneeling in front of me, he spread my legs and started to kiss and lick my inner thighs, slowly making his way to my pussy. His tongue found my clit, and he began to eat me out with a fervor that left me breathless.
As he licked and sucked my clit, his fingers slid inside me, curling to hit that perfect spot. I moaned and arched my back, my hands gripping his hair. The pleasure was intense, building quickly as he worked his tongue and fingers expertly.
