Those damn eyes. It
seems I can’t help but do anything for those damn eyes. Forgiveness flows from my mouth quicker than
the breath that I am holding as she kneels before me working my zipper. She knows how to commit the perfect sin and
be absolved instantly. I fight my desire
trying to find the anger I held earlier but it’s lost the instant her tongue
grazes my tip. I am lost as she works
her mouth along my lifeline. Just when I
think I can resist her mouthy advances to tell her off she swallows me whole.
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