There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

After a long, blissful eternity, I start to cum. While I drift through this
dreamy, eternal orgasm, Mara never stops sucking for a moment.
She finally raises her head to look at me.
I ask her, “How did you do that so long?”
She shrugs. “I like it. It feels good.”
“I know it feels good,” I say. “For me. Doesn’t your jaw get sore?”
“Sometimes,” she says. “But I just switch the angle or depth. The longer I do
it, the more sensitive my lips and tongue and throat become. The better it
feels, the longer I can do it.”
I’m struggling to understand what she means.
“You’re saying … the better it feels for you.”
“Yeah,” Mara says, squinting at me like this is obvious.
It’s not obvious, and I must look confused, because she frowns and says,
“Doesn’t it feel good for you when you touch me?”
“It does …” I pause, trying to articulate something I’ve never consciously
considered. “What I’m enjoying is the effect on you. The way it puts you
under my control. If I can make you feel pleasure, I can get you to do
anything I want. When I’m getting what I want, I can eat your pussy for
hours.”
“So when you suck my tits, you’re doing it for me, because it drives me
insane. Not because it makes your tongue feel good,” Mara says.
“That’s right.”
We’re looking at each other like we just discovered one of us has been
speaking Spanish and the other Portuguese.
Slowly, Mara climbs up onto my lap, straddling me on the chaise. She pulls
her linen dress overhead, letting it drop on the floor behind her. Underneath,
she wears only a skimpy lace thong, no bra.
Her bare breasts sit directly in front of my face, small, round, soft, and ripe.