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Can We Try Again?

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ELI

I stroke him slowly. Root to tip. Watching his face.

He's trying so hard to stay still. To be good.

I lean down, lick a slow stripe up the underside.

"Fuck!" His hips buck.

I pull back. "Stay still."

"I'm trying—"

"Try harder."

I take just the head in my mouth. Suck gently.

His hands fist in the sheets.

I work him slowly. Taking him deeper, pulling back, using my tongue. Building him up gradually.

His breathing gets ragged. His thighs start to shake.

"Eli—I'm getting
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