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The slick, oily grip of my hands around Xander's virgin cock sends shivers down his spine. I work him slowly, building up a rhythm that has him panting and moaning. His hips buck against my touch, seeking more friction. I give him what he craves, twisting my wrist and pumping faster. The room fills with the sound of our bodies slapping together and his ragged breaths. As his orgasm approaches, I feel his cock pulse in my hand, and with a final cry, he spills his load, his first ever, all over my oily fingers.