Needing more of her touch, I tear the T-shirt over my head, flinging it into the bushes somewhere. “Accuracy is important,” I say through gritted teeth, my hips already subtly starting to move with her mouth on me. Her palm curls around the base of my erection and her tongue laps up the bead of precum clinging to the tip, making colors dance on the peripheries of my vision. “It’s important that you understand the seriousness of the mission you’re about to embark on. It would be a shame for you to underestimate the task at hand and end up getting that pretty throat destroyed.” She barks with
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