( sara can't argue with that logic. not when, before she knows it, that beautiful mouth of his is working at her clit, head buried between her thighs, making a whimpering moan slip past the lower lip that she'd tried in vain to bite. ) That's so good, Len — ( an idle hand wanders back up her own torso, thumb rolling over a nipple that's hard, still tingling. )
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