CALVIN'S POINT OF VIEW
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Kneeling in front of him feels strange, but not the strange that makes me wanna run for the hills, even though it should, right?
His c**k twitching in my hand feels like a small jolt of electricity that brings me back to Earth, back to the hopes that his alluring scent and sensual muffled moans are erasing, and are being replaced with ... other things. Anything other than...
I decide not to think further and find out what other things mean and hold on to the last hope, even if it's the smallest of them all.
I stick my tongue out and lick his head with the tip, tasting for the first time his warm, silky precum that should make me sick to my stomach, but doesn't.
It's salty-sweet, it's like I licked salty caramel fro
