CALVIN'S POINT OF VIEW
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" Then I need to sit … I’ll f*****g fall if you give me one more deepthroat. " I admit truthfully, and he smiles and stands, takes my hand, and leads me to his chair.
As soon as I sat down, he took his position on his knees between my legs, took my d**k in his warm perfect hand, and started stroking me slowly, squeezing it until a drop of precum leaked from the tip and licked it while moaning, as if it's so f*****g delicious that he's holding himself from eating me alive.
" You taste so f*****g good … " He murmurs as he licks his lips, collecting every ounce of precum, making them shine as if they're made by diamonds, tantalizing me without even knowing, and sending waves of want and need through my shivering body.
