in my rose garden

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he licked all around me while i grasped onto his dark hair with every stroke he gave my special area. my moans hitched higher by the second, while he buried his face deeper within my heat.

"God." i breathed out while he lapped closer to me, stroking my thighs. george liked to take trips to my rose garden, but very rarely did he like to stay.

i groaned louder and louder while he sucked and sucked.

"mmm do you like me in your rose garden?" he mumbled while i nodded,

"fuck yes." i soughed out.

he ate me more aggressively as i screamed out his name.

afterwards we cuddled and fell asleep.

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