Leg-Spread Worship: Between Their Thighs

In the quiet of the room, I position them, their bodies supine, legs spread wide, knees bent. I kneel between, my heart pounding with anticipation. I start at the base, my tongue tracing the veins, feeling them pulse with life. I take my time, worshipping each inch, savoring the taste of their desire. I envelope them, my mouth tight, my head bobbing in a rhythm that's as old as time. Their moans guide me, their hands in my hair urging me on, as I bring them closer to the edge, one delicious lick at a time.

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