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- The White Line
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Tiny hair, tickling my face.
We went past second base.
The faint taste of salt on my tongue.
Man, I thought, this guys is hung.
I worked my lips along his shaft.
My mouth is fully staffed.
His balls slap against my cheek.
While his cock lets out a little leak.
I pull away and focus on the tip
I make sure that I try not to nip.
His cock quivers for the final time.
Down my throat, goes his thick white line.
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