Worshipping the Mammoth Meat

The raven-haired siren, her curves accentuated by the sheer, crimson lingerie she wears, is an expert in the art of cock worship. She teasingly runs her manicured fingers up and down the veiny length, her touch light as a feather, yet electric. Her breath, hot and heavy, ghosts over the sensitive tip, making it twitch in anticipation. She smiles, her eyes sparkling with mischief, before taking the head into her mouth, her tongue flicking against the slit, tasting the precum that's already leaking out. She moans, the vibrations sending shivers down the length, as she begins to suck, her head bobbing up and down, her hand working the base in tandem.

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