Tom's fingers were bigger than Christina's and she could feel the stretch, but then he was crooking them just so and touching something and his tongue -- Christina cried out as she came, thighs closing around Tom's head, her body shaking.
It took her a minute to relax enough to open her legs and let Tom breathe, but maybe he didn't need to because obviously he was a god. "Fuck. Don't stop. Please."
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