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With a smile, she licked a bead of precum off the head of his shaft. He barely prevented his eyes from rolling back. “I misspoke,” he breathed, trying not to thrust into her soft palm. “I thought so,” she agreed seriously, licking her way up the side of his shaft while working her hand up and down.
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