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It was one of those nights again — our usual routine, both of us teasing and exploring each other more boldly with every encounter. We were alone in my room, the door locked, and the house quiet. I was lying on my bed in just my shirt and panties, my nipples visible and hard under the thin fabric. He sat next to me, already stroking himself, his eyes fixed on my body.
He leaned over, his hands sliding under my shirt to cup my breasts, squeezing them firmly before pulling the shirt up and exposing me completely. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his lips latching onto one nipple, sucking it hard while his hand teased the other.
I moaned softly, arching my back as his mouth worked its magic, his tongue flicking and swirling over my sensitive skin. His other hand slipped lower, brushing over my panties and feeling the dampness that had already soaked through.
“You’re so wet,” he said, his voice rough with desire. Without waiting for a response, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down, exposing my slick, aching pussy.
He didn’t hesitate. His mouth left my breasts, trailing kisses down my stomach until he was between my legs. I gasped as his tongue flicked over my clit, the sensation making my hips lift off the bed. “Fuck,” I whispered, tangling my fingers in his hair as he licked and sucked, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me in place.