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I want pleasure. I want it now.

I want wet. Sigh. Moan. Writhe. Release.

But first I will give pleasure. First I explore your sweet skin. Your velvet softness.

I take a little taste. My tongue flicks out, licks the smooth helmet of your tip. I slowly circle the taut ridge.

You sigh.

A little taste turns into more. My pleasure is forgotten. My pleasure is your pleasure.

I work you around in my mouth, spreading wetness. I find a rhythm, pulling you in, deeper, deeper, deeper. You move in and out of my mouth smoothly.

I begin to feel it. I am tingly. I am lubricated.

I moan, a little, around your swollen skin. I wiggle my hips, a little, sway side to side.

You have not touched me, not even once.