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sealed together perfectly.
    There was no hesitation in his tongue. He
rolled his tongue around hers, licking leisurely, and occasionally
groaning deep within her throat. Soon his kiss became passionate.
He devoured her, tasting her with hungry greed until he finally bit
her tongue and sucked it into his mouth. Then as soon as his kiss
became feverish, he left her lips, kissing along her jaw then down
her neck before licking her clavicle along the painted bra shoulder
strap. He hummed, brushed his mouth on her wet skin and licking
again. When he released her, he drew his tongue over his glistening
lips while he stared at her.
    “You’re full of surprises, Camille. You
taste like licorice.”
    “Right here,” she drew on a dark swirl on
her areola that circled up to her nipple, “is black liquorish,” and
then she continued along where her skin turned red to point to her
tight nub, “and this is my favorite candy right here.”
    He smiled, and if she looked anything like
him, smudged red lipstick streaked around her mouth. The evidence
they had just passionately kissed stained their skin, and he
obviously had no intention of wiping away her mark on him. Because
he stared at her without letting any distractions of noisy sex from
the room steal his attention, she once again applied more wine
tinted lipstick with slow care. As she hoped, he was glued to her
lips, and she was sure it was because he was aware of what she was
about to do.
    And in that moment she knew she had him,
because he was looking at her the way he used to gaze at her mom,
like he was mentally laying over her and between her legs while
enjoying their wild sex. She loved how sexual he was. The man
worshiped sex, and at that moment, her.
    “You taste good, Bruce, but I’d like to
swallow to make sure.”
    By the simple caress of running her hands
down his stomach and happy trail, he shivered. The lower she
explored with her fingertips, the closer he leaned toward her.
Bruce clearly wanted her hands all over his exposed dick, but he
still said in warning, “Be certain this is what you want, Camille,
because men like me quickly decide to pursue what they can’t
have— or shouldn’t .”
    “I’m positive; this is what I came for.” She
leaned toward him, and leisurely brushed her nipples along his
chest while slowly swaying to music that filled the foyer before
skimming them back to the center.
    “You didn’t come here to fuck a bunch of
men?”
    “Just you.” Her answer pleased him. He
suppressed a smile, and diverted his attention to watch her
unhurriedly glide her red, tight nub along his chest, passing her
nipple over his. The crossing motion flicked her, and because she
enjoyed it thoroughly, she did it again.
    Then she moved lower before kissing her way
south, leaving behind red lips. She kissed along his lean abs, and
applied more lipstick when her marks faded to pink—all the while
Bruce watched, memorized by her mouth and exposed yet concealed
breasts. She could see in his fiery dark eyes he wanted to see the
true shade of her tits, and feel how tight her risen nipple fit in
his mouth, but he’d have to wait.
    With bold confidence, knowing his cock
belonged to her, she brushed her fingers down his length before
grasping his twitching shaft. He stiffened again, but this time he
became ridged from pleasure. She stroked his girth, as he watched
her mouth inch closer to his head. With her fingers, she began to
blend the many shades of red. For a tease, she then licked the end
of decorated cock in one wet, light lick. Then she gave his length
another stoke while she used his head to rub in the red lipstick
that coated his cock onto her lips.
    She licked his tip again, wanting him to
follow her tongue. She drew her wet tongue along his shaft,
following her hand as she continued to blend the reds together.
While on her knees and waiting for his demands, she brought her
closed mouth back up to his end and circled her lips around the
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