With this kind of strength and tongue dexterity, she'd believe it. Luci's groans slide into panting and swearing in short order, the insistence with which she grinds herself against his tongue and mouth increasing the louder she gets. Eventually she's just burying a hand in his hair and riding him for all he's worth.
"I think I feel one of three coming on-- fuck, god, so fast."
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"I think I feel one of three coming on-- fuck, god, so fast."