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Ciri doesn't stay down on Morrigan's lady parts for long, though if she had, it would have only taken an additional minute to bring Morrigan over the edge into a quivering and beautifully voiced over v@g!nal 0rg@sm. She slowly licks,  her way back up the shaft towards the tip. When she gets to the apex, she plunges six or seven inches into her mouth and with an almost vacuum-tight wet seal, she bobs her head furiously. Morrigan is so tempted to come but she hasn't even gotten Ciri out of her top yet and there's so much more to explore. Ciri lets up, arches her back, bending Morrigan's futac0cok forward like a spring, then releases her mouth's grip, sending the tip recoiling directly into Morrigan's accepting mouth. This was proving to be a truly magical encounter. 

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