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... my lips down his chest; he trembled as my breath tickled his skin.

"You don't have to," he said softly, but I felt the urgency in his body—the way he strained beneath me.

I didn't answer, letting my tongue slide over his stomach, tasting the salt of my own cum on his skin. He hissed when I licked around his navel, muscles tensing under the soft drag of my lips. I kissed and sucked over every inch of him, feeling him twitch and shudder as I made my way toward the waistband of his ...

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