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The moment my finger pressed against his prostate, his eyes rolled back in his head, and a guttural moan escaped his lips. I marveled at the sight of his tattooed body writhing in pleasure, his cock twitching with need. I leaned down, taking the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head as I continued to finger-fuck him. His hands fisted in my hair, guiding me, urging me on. I could feel him swelling, his body tensing, ready to explode. I popped off his cock, replacing my finger with a toy, wanting to draw out his pleasure, to make this moment last.