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the entirety of his surface. The hint of a stem pokes from his foreskin the more engorged he becomes. It looks like a clawed hook, beckoning me to sink down and let the grooved edge lock into me. At the very tip runs a frothy whip that sends tingles to my tongue as I long to lick it off like he’s a stick of candy.
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