[ She likes the fingers in her hair, wants to tell him he can pull but still has the mind to think he might be the kind to ruin it if he gets too excited. Would that even stop her, though? There's so little she can think about beyond what was written in that flavorless candy, and she needed Julian's dick back in her mouth practically as soon as her lips were free to talk. Eyelids dropping low, Cellar leans into his lap one more time, soft moans muffled between breaths, focused on the weirdly heightened pleasure of feeling him on her tongue again. It doesn't matter how long it takes, doesn't matter if her jaw starts to hurt; it'll feel right and keep going for as long as Julian's not yet done. Messy, distracted, her body somehow hot in cold water, Cellar squeezes his inner thigh before she moves to rub her fingers over his sac. ]
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