Chapter 84

Lazarus De Loughrey

“Lazarus.” She cries, her body shaking as I flick my tongue against her clit. “Too sensitive.”

I chuckled, spreading her lips and marvelling at the way her clit pulsed, and her entrance fluttered in desperation. “God, your pussy is divine baby.” I groaned, salivating at the blush...

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