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If someone had told me early this morning that a murderous mad man would be perfectly licking my pussy that night, I would have told them that they were absolutely crazy.

His tongue glided.

It swirled.

It teased.

It delivered me to the brink of madness.

His hot, moist mouth continued to assault my sensitive flesh, causing stars to burst behind my closed eyelids.

I gasped and moaned.

I twisted and writhed beneath him.

“Oh, Daddy!”

He chuckled darkly against my pussy, making it vibrate.

I shuddered.

With one last teasing lick, he plunged two fingers into me.

My world exploded around me.

Never had there been anybody else’s fingers inside my pussy. It had only been mine, exploring and self-pleasuring.

But his fat, thick fingers.

Those murderous digits covered in our enemies’ blood.

Well. . .that was much different.

I quaked with insatiable lust, and he licked my pussy and fucked me hard with his two fingers, opening up my tight pussy more than it had ever been opened before.

He groaned and I wasn’t sure if it was due to the taste of my pussy or the tightness of the grip hugging his fingers.

Shaking with pleasure, I clutched the sheets beneath me as more tremors of ecstasy poured over my body.

My whole reality spun.

His fingers, his tongue, every sensation was a salacious explosion of my senses.

I lost myself in the ecstasy of him.

“Daddy!” I moaned, tugging at his hair as his mouth and fingers wreaked havoc on my body.

He growled against me in response, delivering more vibrations to my clit.

My legs quivered uncontrollably.

I doubted that I would be able to walk tomorrow.

“Oh!” I gasped, completely overtaken by the climax that was slowly building within me.

He lifted his mouth from my pussy but kept finger fucking me with those two thick digits. “Don't hold back, Princess.”

“Oh!”