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It felt so wrong. So naughty. "I can't," she whispered.
Brad flashed a sly smile and shook his head. "Yeah, you can." He pushed
until her mouth opened and the tingly tip entered.
The sensation was like nothing she'd ever known. Her own breast being
ministered by her own mouth. She groaned at the deliciousness of the feeling.
A puddle formed between her legs as she sucked herself into an orgasm.
Brad watched every second. "Tell me what it felt like," he asked when the
rushing waves had subsided and the nipple slipped from her lips.
"It was nice."
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