[Warning: Mature content ahead.]
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[Music recommendation: PIXIE-T - The Path Of Tears (Tango Version)]
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Cunnilingus was an art that not everyone could get right. One would think it required only a little work of the tongue, and voilà!
Aliana had never experienced it before, though she had allowed a select few to use their fingers in the past, but that was about it. Those hadn't been awful experiences, but they certainly hadn't been mind-blowing either.
Her understanding of oral pleasure had been as obscure as the clinical definitions written in textbooks, which had always left her wondering.
But if only she could describe what she was feeling right now, she would rewrite all those books. Better yet, she would change the very definition of the word to solely belong to the one person working his tongue so skillfully against her that it felt like she was drowning in a pool of ecstasy.
