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I'm feeling restless, lying here topless and bored out of my mind. But it's not just my mind that's restless - my belly is feeling lonely, too. I need some attention, and I know just the person to call. I dial up my boyfriend Alex, trying to convince him that something's off with my belly. He's skeptical at first, but I assure him that it's just not right. When he arrives, he's gentle and cautious, pushing on my belly to try and find the problem. But everything seems fine... or so he thinks. I know what I'm really after, and it's not a medical diagnosis. I want a proper belly button worship, and I'm not going to let him leave until I get it. It takes a little convincing, but eventually, Alex catches on. He starts kissing my navel, and I can feel my excitement growing. His tongue darts in and out of my belly button, and I'm in heaven. My moans get louder and louder as he eats me out, and before I know it, I'm climaxing in a powerful orgasm.