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Glyndon jerks in my hold and whimpers. My movements become more controlled as I ram in and out of her opening, tongue-fucking her as if my dick is deep inside her. Then I eat her out until she’s shuddering and her fingers tug at my hair. When I feel the wave subsiding, I lift my head and meet her half-open eyes. “Oh, my God,” she breathes out. “That’s right, your god. Worship at my altar, baby.” I lick my lips, doing a show of darting my tongue out to catch every drip of her intoxicating arousal. I’ve never cared for eating pussy, but I could feast on hers for fucking eternity. “You’re finally awake, sunshine. I was getting bored. Though the nude show was a nice distraction. Did I mention that I love it when you’re naked? Just for me, though, because if anyone else sees you naked, we’ll have a homicide on our hands, and that would just be tragic and complicated.” Her stomach and tits are still rising and falling in an irregular rhythm as she swallows. “You…didn’t.” “What? Commit homici