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... g slow. She slid down the wall, knelt in front of me, and began licking my cock clean—slow strokes of her tongue, lapping up our mixed juices, eyes locked on mine.
My phone buzzed. Nala.
I answered, voice rough. "What’s up?"
Jasmine didn’t stop. She stayed on her knees, lips sealed around my cock, tongue swirling slow around the head, lapping up the last traces of us. Her eyes flicked up to mine—mischievous, daring.
"I need you here, Evan," Nala said, tension thic ...
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