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... size of him filled her mouth completely, stretching her cheeks. Aria let out a muffled, enthusiastic hum, bobbing her head down. She was sloppy, wet, and shamelessly eager.
She swirled her tongue around the broad, swollen head, tasting the salty musk of his pre-cum.
"Fuck," Damien hissed, his head falling back against the plush carpet.
Aria pumped her small hand along the thick base, trying to take him deeper, but she pushed down a fraction too far and gave a slight gag. ...
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