[ He guides his cock into her mouth, runs fingers through her hair as it slips past young lips, watching for any other changes under her skin, in her nerve endings. (A deceitful appearance, stuck in time by some other creature's hand. Zephir makes a mental note to find out what could've done it.) His dick slides in easily, just the average length when it's soft; the better she is, the sooner she'll feel it fill out on her tongue, more inches pushing toward the back of her throat in patient thrusts. The grip on her curls keeps that pretty little head in its rightful place. ]
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