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She holds her legs apart, lets me bury my face. Hair tickles my nose. I breathe in the scent, then flatten my tongue and drag it up the length of her. Salt, sweat, nothing held back. She grunts and pushes down. I keep licking, slow circles around the clit, then hard flicks straight across it. Her thighs shake. She grabs my hair and rocks against my mouth, each thrust leaving a wet streak on my chin. When I slip two fingers in she clenches hard. I fuck her with them while my tongue works her, steady, relentless. She gets loud. Nasty, guttural sounds that make me grind my own cunt against the sheet. We move like animals. No hesitation. I suck her swollen lips into my mouth, pull on them with teeth just hard enough to make her curse. She comes once like that, hard, soaking my tongue, but I don’t stop. I keep licking through it. She’s still twitching when I roll onto my back, pull her over my face. She sits down full weight. Hair rubs my lips. I open my mouth wider, tongue everywhere, inside and out. She rides me like that until her second orgasm hits, messy, loud, no grace left. We’re both panting, sweat cooling, mouths glistening. She turns around, lays on me, and we taste ourselves on each other’s tongues until the room feels small with heat.