When the mainact becomes the foreplay

“I was across the room,” Evan went on, “but I had the perfect angle. His mouth worked you slow, then pulled back, stroking you with one hand while he licked just under the head. You tipped your head back against the couch, your mouth open, eyes closed. I know that look. I know exactly what it means.”

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