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Gingerly brushing against his thigh, you slowly work his leg out of the way, a wash of musk and a day of hard work's sweat rolling over you like a miasma. Stirring from his light slumber, he gasps lightly, not immediately aware of what's going on. With a giggle, you press your face to his groin, breathing hungrily over his manhood, instinct and desire building and letting it slide slowly from its sheath. He tries to move, but you hold him fast. He's supposed to relax and just enjoy this.
Now drooping before you, his half-erect prick bobs up and down with each heart beat, inches from your wet lips. You look at him over the blanket, giving him a mischievous grin before opening your mouth, taking the flare into your mouth with a gulp. He groans, low and murmuring, urging you onwards. Its mass stretches your jaws wide, even at half its potential filling your mouth with such delight. It tastes sweet and slick, the skin rough and porous, letting you dance your tongue around its underside as you suckle on the tip. |