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Holly Barros loved Valentine’s Day. The hearts. The flowers.
The emphasis on oral sex.
“Sit on my face and tell me that you love me.” Lincoln S. Jones, her head of security, clasped her thighs and rolled them over, settling her pussy right on his face. The sturdy table in the Vilnius University Library in Lithuania creaked underneath them, but held firm,
Holly giggled, actually giggled, until his smart mouth latched onto her clitoris. She gasped and pinched her own nipples. Linc dug his fingers into her butt cheeks guiding her where he wanted her to be.
“Delicious,” he moaned around her hood.
The vibrations sizzled her overwhelmed nerve endings.
Like a good former
Marine, he obeyed her order with enthusiasm and determination. His tongue
flicked over her flesh faster than a vibrator. She had no idea how he could
move so fast, but she loved it. Holly rode the crest, nearing her orgasm. He
snaked a hand between them and shoved two fingers into her sheath. She needed
it. She needed so bad she could barely breathe.