<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Call you what?  My love?  I shall refer to you by that sobriquet often, if it makes you blush so sweetly."  He kissed between her breasts before heading lower, kissing her navel and trailing down beyond as he reached her cunt -- already freshly damp for him.  "I do hope that I never push you beyond pleasant soreness -- but I do believe that there is something to be said for being so well fucked one feels it all the rest of the day."  He glanced up at her, hoping the crude language would enflame rather than offend.<br/>
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He dipped his tongue into her folds, humming against her.  "You taste like me," he remarked.  "As is only fitting.  I am told some men would object to tasting themselves -- but I find I enjoy it."  He extended his tongue and ran it the entire length of her slit, pausing at the top to circle her clit.  "Mine," he breathed -- before focusing all his considerable attention on lapping up all evidence of their previous ecstasy, and making her ready for more.</span></span>