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She strokes me a few times from bottom to top, and I grunt. My dick is turning harder with each of her innocent movements. But there’s nothing pure about the look in her eyes. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” She licks her lips. “I’ve practiced.” A red mist covers my vision at the image of her sucking someone else. The picture of her opening these lips to that kid with the not-some-normal bike hits me with fucking violence. It’s illogical, doesn’t make any fucking sense, but it’s there and it’s starting a fire in my chest. “You practiced?” I ask with a calm I don’t feel. “Yeah, why do you think bananas are my favorite fruit? But you’re bigger…and…I don’t think I can take you all in. But I want to.” She bows her head and licks the crown of my dick and the drop of precum. I suck in a harsh breath when she stuffs me into her mouth, taking as much of me as possible as she sucks and hollows her cheeks. Her movements are inexperienced, but that in itself is a fucking turn-on. What she lacks