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Fuck, that's music to my ears. Kaylee on the edge is the best thing I've ever seen, heard, smelled, tasted.

I plant another kiss on her inner thigh.

She groans a you're evil groan.

Still, I do it again.

I do it until all those curses are running together.

Until I'm sure this is as much as she can take.

Then I bring my mouth to her clit.

I flick my tongue against her.

A soft tease.

Then another.

Another.

"Brendon... Please."

One more tease.

Then I lick her exactly how she needs me.

"Fuck," she breathes.

She fights my hands.

She bucks against me.

I keep her pinned to the bed as I lick her. A little harder. A little faster.

There.

Her groan echoes around the room.

Her thighs press against my hands.

Her breath gets ragged. Needy.

A few more flicks of my tongue and she's there.

Her elbows slip. She falls back on the bed. Tugs at the sheets.

Groans my name as she comes.

I lick her through her orgasm.

But that's not enough. I need her coming again.

I give her a few seconds to catch her breath, then I plant my head between her legs, and I suck on her clit.

"Fuck." Her hands go straight to my hair.

She tugs like she can't stand how good she feels.