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Very Clean Bad Boys

His hands fondled my breasts, my belly, stroked my sticky shaft gently. I milked him with my lips and tongue, used my fingers to press deep inside him and rub his hot spot, putting pressure against the prostate as I swallowed him.

He grabbed my hair and pumped my mouth, finally came in a gush that flooded my mouth. His ass squeezed down on my fingers, and I could feel him throbbing from within. I pressed out every drop of come he had and then some, leaving him to collapse, limp, to the floor as I smacked my lips.

We were both sticky, sweaty, and smeared. His big, dopey grin told the truth. I’d been wrong to judge this book so quickly – he was naughty, cover to cover.