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At the friction between my muscles and his piercings.
I couldn't remember when he'd ever called me by my name.
His eyes widened the moment my tongue touched the first of the six tiny balls on the underside of his shaft. I held eye contact and moved on to the next ball.
Soon, we were both moaning.
His eyes locked with mine, and his Adam's apple bobbed as though in slow motion.
I wanted the old traditions I'd always known. with Chris added in.
It helped that I could be anonymous and still get advice.