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... r her cum-crusted lips, her glazed eyes devouring my still-throbbing cock.
The head pulsed, dripping pre-cum, twitching like it knew she was already mine. She licked her lips, her fingers twitching toward me, her breath hitching like a starving whore eyeing a feast.
Then—she struck.
Her small, trembling hand wrapped around my shaft, her thumb pressing into the slick slit, forcing the foreskin all the way back to the base with a wet schlick.
A bead of pre-cum welle ...
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