Licked Clean in the Kitchen

Kitchan's tile floor, cold and hard, presses against the man's knees as he buries his face between the woman's thighs. The scent of her arousal mingles with the faint aroma of last night's curry. He grips her ass, pulling her closer, his tongue delving deep into her folds. She grips the counter, knuckles white, as he feasts on her, his tongue swirling, teasing her clit. Her cries echo off the walls, drowned out only by the sound of his wet, eager lapping.

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