“I do love rocks, as a matter of fact.” A coquettish smile crept into her voice. “I find them utterly fascinating. I’m forever taking them in hand. Exploring their every ridge and contour.” She skimmed a petal-soft fingertip over the head of his cock, tracing the flared ridge of the crown and the dewy slit at the tip. Then her touch teased down his length, all the way to the root. “Some of them have very interesting veins.” “I don’t suppose you ever—in the name of science, of course—put these utterly fascinating objects in your mouth?” She froze. “What?” He slapped a hand over his eyes.
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