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           Ha!Myinnergoddessisthrilled.Icandothis.Icanfuckhimwithmymouth.Itwirlmytonguearoundthetipagain,andheflexesandraiseshiships.Hiseyesareopennow,blisteringwithheat.Histeethareclenchedasheflexesagain,andIpushhimdeeperintomymouth,supportingmyselfonhisthighs.Ifeelhislegstensebeneathmyhands.Hereachesupandgrabsmypigtailsandstartstoreallymove.

           “Oh…baby…thatfeelsgood,”hemurmurs.Isuckharder,flickingmytongueacrosstheheadofhisimpressiveerection.Wrappingmyteethbehindmylips,Iclampmymoutharoundhim.Hisbreathhissesbetweenhisteeth,andhegroans.

           “Jesus.Howfarcanyougo?”hewhispers.

           Hmm…IpullhimdeeperintomymouthsoIcanfeelhimatthebackofmythroatandthentothefrontagain.Mytongueswirlsaroundtheend.He’smyveryownChristianGrey–flavoredpopsicle.Isuckharderandharder,pushinghimdeeperanddeeper,swirlingmytonguearoundandaround.Hmm…Ihadnoideagivingpleasurecouldbesuchaturn-on,watchinghimwrithesubtlywithcarnallonging.Myinnergoddessisdoingthemerenguewithsomesalsamoves.

           “Anastasia,I’mgoingtocomeinyourmouth,”hisbreathytoneiswarning.“Ifyoudon’twantmeto,stopnow.”Hethrustshishipsagain,hiseyesarewide,wary,andfilledwithsalaciousneed—needforme.Needformymouth…ohmy.

           Hishandsarereallygrippingmyhair.Icandothis.Ipushevenharderand,inamomentofextraordinaryconfidence,Ibaremyteeth.Ittipshimovertheedge.