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"The taste of no"
Perched at your feet I stare up into your command.
You firmly twist my hair around your bold fingers.
No words are spoken, just a directional glance.
I undo your pants and expose your hardened cock.
At the sight of you, I am moist, wet spot on the floor.
I hum a low moan as I take you into my throat.
I run my tongue down the length of your shaft.
Gag, I eagerly consume all of you.
Watery eyes, salt streams down my cheeks.
Pounding pulse, hot flushed skin.
Staring at you, eyes so bright and shiny.
I beg you to take me, craving your warmth within.
I am throbbing, thighs quivering with anticipation.
Your firm reply of no; I instantly orgasm.
You explode in my mouth, love never tasted so good.
You firmly twist my hair around your bold fingers.
No words are spoken, just a directional glance.
I undo your pants and expose your hardened cock.
At the sight of you, I am moist, wet spot on the floor.
I hum a low moan as I take you into my throat.
I run my tongue down the length of your shaft.
Gag, I eagerly consume all of you.
Watery eyes, salt streams down my cheeks.
Pounding pulse, hot flushed skin.
Staring at you, eyes so bright and shiny.
I beg you to take me, craving your warmth within.
I am throbbing, thighs quivering with anticipation.
Your firm reply of no; I instantly orgasm.
You explode in my mouth, love never tasted so good.
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