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He opened his eyes again, raking his gaze up and down my body before coming to rest on my crotch. “Quite simply,” he said, “I’d like to lick your cunt. I’d like to hear you scream my name.” The world seemed to sway. “Don’t… don’t you have groupies for that sort of thing?” I asked breathlessly. “I’d rather have you.” I swallowed. “I don’t know what to say.” “You can start by saying yes, please, Kent. Eat my pu
