Usually I'd blame the hellfire. ( stupid joke. Karlach winked before she dove back between her thighs, tongue lapping along the length of her slit again before finding its home swirling around her clit, occasionally sucking with her lips. Upping the ante, she slipped two fingers into her, curling at the knuckles.)
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[Evangeline tugs on Karlach's horn without meaning to, then stops herself.]
Sorry - is that okay?
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You're good, baby. I can take a lot more than that.
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[Permission granted, Evangeline pulls on Karlach's horn to encourage her to put her tongue back where she wants it most.]
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So good, Karlach...