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When it’s so damn good, you just can’t keep quiet!
The sound that escaped my throat when his calloused fingers slid their way inside the waistband of my simple cotton knickers was unlike any sound I had ever heard myself make before. Halfway between a husky croak and a piercing shriek, it was a paean to the desire that had been locked inside me for months, with no real opportunity to be satiated. Sure, I had masturbated- a lot!- while we had been apart, but it was never the same; a necessary dribble of release rather than a truly magnificent eruption of pleasure.
He chuckled softly when he heard my strangled sob, and smiled.
“I know, baby,” he murmured, warmly, as he leaned forward to kiss me. “I feel much the same. I’ve missed you so damn much…”
The moment that his mouth met mine, his tongue flitting across my parted lips with the barest of soft touches, he let his middle finger slip down through the warm nest of my pubic hair and between the topmost opening of my pussy. I felt such heat coursing between my legs that I couldn’t suppress a strangled moan. His…
