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Sam squirms as Lucifer kisses down her stomach. Her tits ache already from too much attention, not that she’d ever tell him to stop. He noses down the fuzzy happy trail she hasn’t shaved yet. (She doesn’t think she will, either. She likes the way it looks on her now.) His eyes turn up, asking permission as he worries a bruise below her belly button with his teeth.
“Go ahead,” she says. On a whim, she runs her fingers through his hair as he moves lower. “Good boy, Lucifer.” She bites her lip. That’s her voice! That’s her! She sounds like that, and she’s never going to get tired of it!
Lucifer mouths over her panties. He licks up them, soaking them through. Sam exhales. Even through the fabric, his tongue feels so good. “Can I see your clit?” Lucifer says. She can feel his lips moving, he’s pressed so close. “Your pretty, soft clit? Can I, Sam?”
Sam rolls her underwear down with his eager help. Her clit hangs between her legs, unaffected by anything Lucifer’s done. He’s made sure of that, tripped some switch in her brain that turned off any way for her to get hard. She strokes her length with one finger. Lucifer’s right. She feels so pretty.
He worships her. He’s so gentle. Lucifer will go to town on her tits, insist that sucking on her nipples will make them grow faster, but he treats her clit to little laps of his tongue right on the head. Sam sighs. The pleasure sings through her whole body, down to the tips of her curled toes. Lucifer’s eyes shut as he sucks her clit, so happy to take care of her.
Lucifer can make her squirt, but right now, he’s focused on letting her enjoy every sensation.