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His lips crashed down on mine again, this time with a ferocity that stole my breath. I opened myself to him, meeting the fervor of his kiss with equal passion. Our tongues danced, a sensual rhythm that left me panting and yearning for more.

Tyrone’s fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my yoga pants, and I lifted my hips to help him slide them down. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through me as he explored the curves of my ass.

“Beautiful,” he murmured against my lips, his voice husky with desire. “So fucking beautiful, Brenda.”

I whimpered as his fingers found my soaked panties, rubbing gently over the fabric. The friction sent sparks of pleasure through my core, and I bucked my hips, needing more.

“Please,” I begged, my voice trembling. “Tyrone, please…”

He smirked, a devilish glint in his eyes. “Not yet, baby. I want to savor this.”

I groaned in frustration, but his lips cut me off as he claimed my mouth once more. His fingers continued their torturous exploration, teasing and caressing until I was a writhing mess beneath him.

Finally, he relented, sliding my panties down my legs with agonizing slowness. His eyes locked onto my exposed flesh, and he let out a low whistle.

“Damn, Brenda,” he growled, his gaze hungry. “You’re so wet for me.”

I bit my lip, feeling a flush of embarrassment wash over me. But Tyrone didn’t give me time to dwell on it. Instead, he dove between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my soaking core with feverish enthusiasm.

“Oh God!” I cried out, my hands fisting the sheets as pleasure washed over me.

Tyrone hummed against me, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. His tongue circled my clit, flicking and teasing with expert precision. I writhed beneath him, my hips bucking as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.

“Tyrone!” I gasped, my thighs trembling. “I’m going to—”