[Ezio was the sort of person who had the overwhelmingly annoying habit of being good at everything. And if, per chance, he found something he wasn't good at, he could practice until he had it mastered.
And he had been practicing this for a very long time.
The way her breath changes only spurs him on, only makes him apply firm pressure with his tongue as his body shifts, as he slips two fingers into her tight, wet heat, curling upwards and thrusting slowly.]
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And he had been practicing this for a very long time.
The way her breath changes only spurs him on, only makes him apply firm pressure with his tongue as his body shifts, as he slips two fingers into her tight, wet heat, curling upwards and thrusting slowly.]