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Cincinnati Apocalypse Part 2

Willow moaned, her hips rolling and bucking against Kennedy's wet, shining face. She grabbed her lover by her hair, wanting Kennedy's eyes and nose and lips and cheeks and chin against her pubes forever. "Drink me," she pleaded, as if Kennedy, without her entreaty, might desist from the enjoyment of Willow's liquid feast.

Kennedy's own pubes were soaked. The juices of her cunt actually dripped from the trim hair that decorated her sex. She trembled, on the verge of orgasm herself, as she concentrated upon Willow, shutting out all the world but her lover's streaming sex as she urged the witch toward climax, both with her lips and her tongue and her will.