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It took her by surprise, the rolling crash of an orgasm that ripped through her body, making her legs shake and her back arch off the bed. She gripped Sam’s hair and tugged, but the man did not relent, keeping his tongue working on her clit, licking over and over until tears beaded in the corner of her eyes. When it ended she fell back onto the bed, spent and afraid.
“Allow me to return the favor,” Rowena said, trying to regain her footing.
“Ah, um,” Sam said between breaths, “I’m good.”
Between them, a wet spot glistened milky white.