I dont look at you or your crotch or even your boots I just look at the ground and hope this all goes away. A handful of hair and your voice urges me to listen.
my fingers are virtually numb as I fumble with your zipper. You get imaptient with me, and thenI manage to get it down. I look up at you and see you leering down at me, a curl on one side of your lip, the knife agaisnt my cheek. I can feel the heat of your crotch on my face and the masculine scent engulfs my senses. I balk, but you hold me fast.
I reach in and gingerlygrab your penis , pullingit out and take my lips to it. I try not to use my tongue straight away, Ireally dont want to taste you.
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