“Are you going to
tell me what I want to know?” the Cunning Linguist said every time
Sable was on the verge of an orgasm from his indescribly skilled
tongue.“Never!” she
snapped.He started again
teasing her labia, tongue-fucking her pussy, laving her clit. Despite
her iron will, Sable was on the edge of another orgasm. She was so
close when the Cunning Linguist
said “Are you going to tell me what I want to know?”“No,”
Sable said, her voice less certain.Again
and again he brought the helpless heroine to the precipice of
pleasure. Again and again her left at the edge, desparate to cum,
with the words, “Are you going to tell me what I want to know?”
Sable’s denials became weaker with every ascent of the peak of
bliss. Before long, she could only moan her wordless frustration.Hours
later, she finally muttered, “Please.”Cunning
Linguist’s ears perked up. “Please, what?”Sable
could feel his hot breath on her pussy. “Please … please tell
me what you want to know!”—
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