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The fluorescent lights flickered overhead as you moved forward, taking him into your mouth. The taste was salt and skin, the scent intoxicating in its rawness. Your lipstick left crimson evidence of your movements along his length. From the other side came a sharp intake of breath, then a guttural moan that echoed in.
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