Sensual Sunday Surrender: Her Lips, His Throbbing Ace

She kneels before him, her eyes locked onto his, as the clock strikes twelve on this sultry Sunday. His 'ace' twitches, ready for her touch. She doesn't disappoint, her lips wrapping around him with a hunger that belies her innocent appearance. She takes him deep, her throat adjusting to his size, as he grips her hair, his hips moving in time with her bobbing head. The room echoes with the sound of their flesh meeting, a symphony of lust on this unholy Sunday.

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