"As Amber pulled out of me, his fat mushroom head bumping and grinding along my responsive inner tissues, making me catch my breath, I started with my other hand at Beldar's base, pulling slowly, tightly, up his root as my other thumb swirled over his weeping crown, rubbing over his sensitive tip, anointing him with his own essence."
Mona Lisa Three by Sunny
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Over the Moon -- A compilation