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... his beak, teasing it with slow, wet strokes. Her mouth worked expertly, each motion deliberate, drawing out the heat building in him.
As she eased off, her lips clung tight, dragging every sensation with them. Spit glistened along his throbbing length, dripping from her chin as the slick sounds of her mouth echoed through the cave—gagging, slurping, hungry.
Steve’s legs jerked involuntarily, the tremor running up his thighs as he fought to hold back. His breath hitched, heart pou ...
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