DISCLAIMER
This is going to be a bit of a mess of a story for the very simple reason that the whole thing has remained in my mind as kind of a blissful blur because the encounter (or should I say encounters?) consisted almost exclusively of foreplay. And only from me to her. So naturally, it’s harder to keep track of what was done precisely, in what order, etc. And even harder considering that we were at it for 48 hours. So let’s just say that it might sound a little redundant – there’s only so much you can do with your fingers and your tongue… What do you mean, sometimes it’s all you need anyway? :)
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