Kitty, kitty

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His kiss pulls a moan from her, and she can’t help but raise her hips. Then there’s cool air brushing over her skin, and the abrupt contrast of the heat of his mouth, and even around the gag Summer’s crying out. Short, sharp moans, pleading in time with the motion of Loki’s tongue, hips pressing. She desperately wants more motion, even speech, but she’s utterly helpless, back arching into Loki’s skilled hands and mouth.