Cock's Command in Closet Confines

In the dimly lit, cramped closet, Deepa's breath hitches as she's commanded to her knees. The unknown cock, a rigid, pulsing presence, awaits her. She tentatively reaches out, her fingers tracing its length, feeling the heat that radiates from it. As she takes it into her mouth, she's overwhelmed by the salty, musky taste, the velvety smoothness contrasting with the steel-like hardness. The cock pulses, demanding more, and Deepa, lost in the moment, eagerly obliges.

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