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Red set me back on the bench, glancing briefly at the messy floor before slowly pulling out, drawing overstimulated squeaks from me the whole way, punctuated with a final, embarrassingly large gush of liquid slapping to the floor. He sank, naked, onto the bench across from me, eyes tracing my body, liquid tongue sweeping across his clear lower lip.
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