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35. Fuckin' Hell, Isla

Her perfectly delivered filthy words shattered the last of my control.

With a growl, I pushed her back flat on the desk. She caught herself on her palms, her breasts jutting upward, begging for my mouth. I didn't make them beg for long.

I descended on the right, taking almost the entire areola into my mouth. The taste was better than anything I'd imagined. Clean skin, a hint of salt, and underneath it all, the pure, sweet essence of her. A moan vibrated deep in my chest as I suckled hard, a ...

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