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... y old life, I’d gone down on plenty of women. Knew the mechanics. Knew the rhythm. Knew how to read the body language, the sounds, the way thighs trembled when you hit the right spot.
But the moment my tongue made contact with Naomi’s pussy, my brain short-circuited.
Holy shit.
It was like tasting a Cinnabon for the first time. I was nine years old at the mall, sitting on the food court bench with my mom, and she’d bought me this massive cinnamon roll dripping with frosti ...
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