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        Theflushed,veinedshaftstrainedagainstherpalefingers,itsgirthreminiscentofakingoystermushroom.Atthetip,theslitpulsedfaintlywithhisheartbeat,aglisteningbeadofmoisturewellingattheedge.

        Thescent—musky,sharpwithsalt—drewherin.Beforeshecouldsecond-guessherself,hertonguedartedout,catchingthedroplet.

        Julianjerkedasifstruckbylightning.Hishandflewtoherhead,fingerstanglinginherhair,notpushingheraway,notpullinghercloser,justanchoringhimself.

        Reyaglancedup,takinginthewayhisbodyarchedagainstthecouch,everymusclelockedtight.Awickedsmilecurledherlipsbeforeshepartedthem,sinkingdown.

        Hersmallmouthcouldonlytaketheheadofhim,hertongueflickingplayfullyalongtheridgedunderside,tracingslow,teasingcircles.

        Julianchokedbackagroan,hishipsjerkinginvoluntarilyasheatcoiledtightinhisgut.Theairthickenedwithsomethingheady,cloyingandsweet,likecrushedpetals,likesaltandmusk.

        Hisskinburned.Hiscockached.Everynervescreamedformore,more—

        Hisfingerstangledinherhair,tighteninginstinctivelyashearchedup,seekingdeeperintothatwet,welcomingheat.

        Reyayieldedtothepressure,takinghimasfarasshecould.Buthewastoomuch,stretchingherlipswide,thethicklengthpressingthebackofherthroatuntilhervisionblurred.Gagging,shepulledbackjustenoughtogasp,salivaslickingherchin.

        Julianbarelyregisteredherstruggle.Theinstanthermouthretreated,thelosswasunbearable.Needoverrodethought.

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