Just one Line.

The trick to killing someone?" Nicole shrugged. "Easy, don't talk."
"Don't talk?" Brent repeated.
"You know you're going to do it so pull the gun and pull the trigger. This isn't a movie script with a damn monologue or some clever insult. We're not here to entertain, we're here to end someone's life."
 
Larry had time to wonder between bouts of cursing why getting patched up seemed so much worse than getting injured in the first place.
 
He was going down on my pussy, doing all the things that usually get me off. But it wasn't working. I just wasn't getting there! I was close, so close I could cry, but ... no. Not tonight. That's when he started humming Beethoven's "Ode to Joy," while his mouth was still clamped to my clit. As loud as he could, even while his tongue and lips battered my clit relentlessly. Between the vibrations of his humming, and his tongue beating up my clit, yes sir, that did the job! I was over the cliff and plunged into the depths of an orgasm. The entire universe exploded, starting from inside my loins!

Dang 'ol Beethoven, man! Who knew? I didn't know my husband even knew what classical music was, but wow, did he ever show me!
 
He was going down on my pussy, doing all the things that usually get me off. But it wasn't working. I just wasn't getting there! I was close, so close I could cry, but ... no. Not tonight. That's when he started humming Beethoven's "Ode to Joy," while his mouth was still clamped to my clit. As loud as he could, even while his tongue and lips battered my clit relentlessly. Between the vibrations of his humming, and his tongue beating up my clit, yes sir, that did the job! I was over the cliff and plunged into the depths of an orgasm. The entire universe exploded, starting from inside my loins!

Dang 'ol Beethoven, man! Who knew? I didn't know my husband even knew what classical music was, but wow, did he ever show me!
He said, "Wait a bit, and I'll hit you up with "Tocatta and Fugue, in D Minor," next.
 
Ken did his best to not respond in kind, but he often found himself hard pressed to keep his eyes where they belonged. Between the girl’s curves, her guileless sexuality, and clear infatuation, she represented the most alluring sort of fruit: forbidden.
 
"OH MY GOD! This is so rich. Stop! I'm begging you, please stop stuffing that pie in my pie hole," Kendra blurted.
 
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