I could see he loves it, the touch of my hand on his temple. I gently placed my mouth on the tip and rammed it for a moment. It continued to get harder until I could feel every vein of it as I ran my mouth on it, taking it in, every inch of it. His hands were holding me firmly on either side of my shoulder as if he was scared that someone would come to get me from on top of him. His grip on my shoulders became weak as my saliva graciously greased his man, giving it a shining look as if it was rubbed with jelly oil. There he was, the great Leo, losing control under me. He started moaning, first slowly. But as I continued to work my tiny lips on his temple, the moaning increased. The faster I was going, the faster he was moaning. I could see he was loving it so I kept at it. My eyes were closed. I was inexperienced. I never really want his temple to cry out into my mouth. I just want to get him high to
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