Throating Depths: A Lewd Tasting

In a dimly lit room, a woman, faceless but for her hungry eyes, kneels before a towering rod. She opens wide, her tongue tracing the pulsing veins as she slides down, inch by inch, until her nose meets the base. She retreats, gasping, only to dive back in, her body trembling with the effort, her desire for the hot, sticky prize growing with each throaty gulp.

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