"๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข. ะ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐"๐ ๐
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I drop to my knees. I'm wearing nothing - no hint of shame, no protection in the form of cloth. In my hands is a cold dildo. I kiss the head of it, looking you in the eye, then without foreplay, I take it deep into my mouth, all the way to the base.
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My throat opens, accepting the silicone in its entirety. Saliva runs down the shaft, dripping down my chest and onto the floor. I'm not playing - I'm working. The rhythm is crisp, wet, continuous. One hand holds the base, the other rests on your knee like an anchor. There is no coquetry in this nakedness - only functionality and a demonstration of skill๐
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"Everything you see ... everything you hear ... is for you," I exhale, before plunging back into silent, technical service, where my naked silhouette and slurping sounds are the only arguments in the dialog. A master class without words. ๐
