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Chapter 8: Room Service IV

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He didn’t stop — he kept sucking and licking through every wave, milking every tremor until I was shaking and gasping, my juices running down his neck.

When I finally came back to myself, he was kissing his way back up my body, his face shiny with my cum and a satisfied, filthy smirk on his lips.

"Feel better?" he asked, voice rough with lust.I pulled him down for a messy kiss, tasting my own pussy on his tongue.

"Much. But we're not done."

His eyes flared with raw hunger.

"No?"

"No."

I reached
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