And I went, like a moth to a flame. My cock ached, pushing against my boxer briefs, and Talia bit her lip at the sight. “What do you want?” I asked, standing between those perfect parted thighs, clenching my eyes closed when she leaned forward to first nose, then kiss the trail of dark hair leading down from my belly button. Her fingers feather-light, she traced the elastic of my briefs, and I held my breath for a second. Maybe two. She watched me watch her as she lowered the material, my cock springing up between us. “You,” she whispered, those big green eyes gutting me as much as the
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