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Excerpt: Lena smiled, more determined then ever to make Nicco remember this day not for his truncated art, but for the ecstasy she had every intention of giving him. Her tongue guided her, flickering softly between her lips as she placed kisses like stepping stones down the center path of his prick, from the top of the hilt to just below the ridge of the head. Nicco’s other hand caressed her cheek, his rough fingers warm and promising. Lena did not take her eyes off Nicco’s pulsing member, the veins now bulging beneath the smooth skin. Her lips parted into a devilish smile and her tongue found another chord to Nicco’s groans as she traced a smooth line from the pronounced ridge to the tip, hungrily lapping up the clear pearl that formed at the head, smearing the remnants over her lips…
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