The sun was just beginning to break through the heavy velvet curtains, casting long, lazy streaks of golden light across the bedroom floor. Fiona was deep in a dreamless sleep, her body completely relaxed, when a sensation she had never felt before shattered her slumber.
Warm, wet, and incredibly intimate. Something soft and rough was pressed against her most sensitive place, moving with a deliberate, torturous slowness. She gasped, her body instinctively arching off the mattress, her legs jerking apart as the mystery tongue traced the outline of her folds.
The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her husband was an expert and never made it feel quite like this. It was hot breath, soft gentle passes, then light quick flicks that sent electric shocks racing through her veins. She couldn't stay still. Her hips were moving frantically, driven wild by this new, incredible tongue. It felt naughty, like a secret being kept in the dark, and she loved every second of it.
She could hear the muffled sounds of guests moving around outside in the hall, their laughter drifting through the thin walls.
The fear of being caught only intensified the experience. This was wrong, it shouldn't be happening, but the pleasure was overwhelming. The sun was starting to filter through the curtains, and she looked down through half-lidded eyes to see the sparkle in your eyes, so happy it's you!
It was you, and you were taking her to the very edge, and silently pushing her over again and again as she muffled her sounds with her palm biting into it struggling not to cry out.
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