I suck a bit harder on each upward motion, drawing your flesh harder against my tongue and lips.
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I keep going and soon feel as you explode into my mouth.
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I slowly take my mouth away and lean against your chest, listening to your heart, feeling it beat against my cheek.
You release my hands and bring one against my head and then move my face towards your own.
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We stop and I smile at you.
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“Now I need some water,” I say, getting up to go towards the kitchen.
You follow me in as I pour an icy cold glass full.
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It is quite ripe and sweet and the juices spill down my chin.
Just as I move my hand to wipe it away, you bring your tongue down and clean it for me.
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