We will find out. I pull on your hair, tilt your head back. Push into your mouth slowly, pleased with feel of your tongue.
[Half way through this, he's starting to think he's terrible with sexting, and it's only amusing him instead of arousing him, reading hs own texts back to himself like a badly cliched erotic novel.]
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I pull on your hair, tilt your head back.
Push into your mouth slowly, pleased with feel of your tongue.
[Half way through this, he's starting to think he's terrible with sexting, and it's only amusing him instead of arousing him, reading hs own texts back to himself like a badly cliched erotic novel.]