He sighed around Rozanov’s cock and bobbed his head slightly, losing himself in the slide of rigid flesh against his tongue. He was sure he was doing a terrible job, and his fears were confirmed when Rozanov suddenly yelped, “Stop! Stop. Stop.” Shane pulled off quickly and stared up at Rozanov, who was grimacing with his eyes squeezed shut. “Sorry,” Shane said. “I’m not... I’ve never...” Rozanov laughed. “Is okay. Was...” He waved a hand around, as if trying to physically grab the English word he was looking for. “It was...too much.” “Oh.” Really? Shane felt that he had barely done anything.
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