Six Weeks || Mongron 

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Dianna whimpered as she felt his hot breath against her sensitive center when he spoke, shuddering when she felt him take a taste. She smiled feebly down at him before he dove right in, having to slap a hand over her mouth to muffle out her cry of pleasure while her other hand tangled in his hair.

There had never been a sensation like Cory had given her. It didn’t matter if they were on another round or reuniting after a break weeks or months later, their intimacy was still better than the last time, and she knew that one day, it’d most likely kill her, if he kept up this whole sexy act. She groaned as her eyes rolled in the back of her head, allowing herself to sink in the bed weakly as she pressed her hips down against his face. “B-Baby,” she whimpered. “Th-That’s it…”

Cory continued his ministrations eagerly, his tongue probing slowly as to work her up. The sounds she was making were driving him crazy, but he was glad she was enjoying how he’d turned the tables on her in her cute ass in lingerie. He also just really liked doing this to her, and he moaned slightly—both because he couldn’t help it, she was tugging his hair, and because he wanted to drive her higher. His hands gripped her thighs firmly, and he pulled back with a smile, planting a wet kiss below her bellybutton. “Gotta be quiet, baby—we have a ways to go,” he smirked, immediately reattaching his mouth to her.

He sucked her harder, not playing around anymore and running his tongue deeper along her rose colored folds. And he was rewarded and felt incredibly gratified when he tasted her pleasure, licking up every last bit of it before crawling up her body again. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, kissing her cheek. “You doing okay?”