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You can see the bulge in his pants for a country mile – the long, thick outline of a big cock ready to be exposed. A smirk spreads across my face as I think about the infinite possibilities; there’s a world of sexual implications just ready to be explored right now. He breathes heavy in anticipation as I reach towards his waistline. I loosen his belt and begin to undo his tight pants as saliva reaches the edge of my lips, anticipating the forthcoming blow job. With one fell swoop, I pull his dick out in gleeful admiration. Tension cuts through the air as I slowly, but deliberately start to stroke his cock up and down, up and down. With each passing second, the aggression builds until it becomes a ferocious blur of tug-o-war. As he approaches climax, I stop to lock eyes before dipping my head downwards. I gag when I feel the full weight of his cock hit the back of my throat. I let out a soft, satisfactory moan to show my gratification before I begin sucking on his dick. My head bobs back and forth, from the tip to his balls, with my lips wrapped tight around the blow job at hand. My mouth is a wet festival of pure pleasure and I love every second of it. I massage his balls gently and feel outright exhilaration as he tells me he’s about to burst. I nod my head and prepare myself for the main course. He exhales and releases his load: the thick, warm, juicy meal that I’ve been waiting for – and I swallow every last drop and lick my fingers and lips. Can’t let any go to waste can I?

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