Zelda Zane knew that passion and intellect were governed by two different parts of the brain. The ace reporter knew if she could stay rooted in her intellect, she could resist the enslaving passion of the Cunning Linguist’s talented tongue.
She studied his tender kisses on the insides of her thighs, documenting their location, pressure, and frequency; trying desperately to deny the warm arousal spreading throughout her body.
Zelda watched every moist, delicate stroke up her swollen labia, trying to analyze his licking technique, rather than feel the pleasure that sparked up her spine.
When the Cunning Linguist’s tongue grazed Zelda Zane’s clit, the orgasmic explosion of pleasure put an end to her careful analysis. It put an end to her resistance. It put an end to her intellect.
But it was the beginning of something far more passionate…
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