“I love this piece of meat,” I purred, running my fingers along his thick, hard shaft. He groaned, his eyes half-closed in anticipation. I lowered my head, my lips tracing the length of him, savoring the taste and smell of his desire. He bucked against my mouth, his hands tangling in my hair. “You like that, baby?” I whispered, and he nodded furiously, unable to speak. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I was more than happy to give it to him. Every thrust was pure bliss, a primal dance of lust and hunger.

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