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My heat surged. I groaned and lifted my hips, then thrust against his touch.

“Oh, honey, you’re throbbing already,” Henry whispered.

“Taste me, Henry. Please. Pretty please with sugar on top.”

Henry lifted my dress with his left hand.

He dipped his mouth down to my panties.

The fingertips on his right hand pulled my panties to the sides, exposing the truth.

The truth?

I groaned louder, chasing away my awkward thoughts.

“Fuck… honey… look at you,” Henry growled. “You’re soaked for me. I can’t wait to taste you.”

Before I could tell him to hurry the fuck up, his tongue lapped against my pussy.

Hitting, curling, lifting, moving away with a wet kiss sound.

My hips jumped and I grabbed for the edge of the table.

I let out a shuddering breath and almost apologized for such a reaction.

If I wanted to tell Henry the truth… it had been a long time since someone was down there like this. And by a long time? Years.

Maybe that was a stat I should keep to myself.

Not that it mattered now.

The streak has been broken!

Henry’s tongue slapped against my pussy again.

I lifted my ass off the table.

I managed to whisper the word fuck.

Henry moved up and kissed my mound.

I hadn’t had time or notice to prepare myself a little better.

Not that Henry seemed to care.

I felt his lips kissing against my pubic hair, moving down again, his tongue sliding forward. He tilted his head to the right a little and I looked down just in time to see him engulf me.

Taking me into his mouth… his tongue darting in all directions… licking… my lips…

I put my head back and whispered oh God.

Henry’s tongue alone was more magical than any man I had been with over the last ten years.

He only proved his point further when he sought my clit and acted as though it was there just for him.

I ended with my legs over his shoulders.

He stood up just a tiny bit more, forcing me back a little more on the table.

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