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and then down, slowly. I understand and take
up the movement and he moans, his cock pulsing madly in my mouth. It
feels strangely perfect to have his cock in my mouth, to be sucking his
prick -- not "cocksucking" but sucking his cock. I feel absurdly freed
to take liberties now, to indulge myself of the moment. My hand rises of
its own accord, gliding over his taut abdomen, to the strange, thick mat
of coppery curls around the base of his penis. I wend my fingers through
them and grip his prick's root. I squeeze. It feels like the hose I use
to rinse the sidewalk in front of the store, heavy with back-pressure,
ready to burst or spurt.
My hand slides lower and to his side. His hips are so strong and
tense! I did that, I know, and knowing it makes me feel powerful and
free and grownup. I squeeze his ass cheek, then the back of his thigh.
My hand comes around to cup his testicles, so full and large in their
tight, wrinkled sack, heavy with semen for -- me?
Yes, for me!
His ha
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