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I can tell how hard it was for you. Well… or was that really an accident?’ He wondered aloud. ‘It was. So much. So much accident. Such,’ she b...urted. ‘I never would have… uh, well…accidentally…’ ‘Of course. If you’d just wanted me to go down on you, you could’ve just asked,’ he teased. ‘W-what!? I d-don’t want you to, ah, I mean I didn’t want y-you to, uh, that’s not something that I–‘ she cried, flushing scarlet and hiding her face. ‘Sorry, kidding.’ he said. ‘Truce?’ ‘…Truce,’ was all she. After all, Clara had just dumped me and to be honest, I felt a bit shitty.Her hands slid up and unbuttoned my shorts. When my hard cock popped out she breathed in and then looked at it.The foreskin had slid back exposing the red cockhead. A small drop of pre-cum was forming on the tip. She took me in her hand and gently applied pressure at the base and then slowly pulled up. The drop grew and when it was to run down my shaft, she licked it up. Then she did the same movement a few more times and. More

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