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A Taste of Sin-2
There was a rhythm Flynn liked to use, lowering his hand all the way down before following with his mouth, then rising up to just the tip, his hand following behind. He kept the pace leisurely, perhaps even a bit too slow, savoring the agony he was causing Samuel, the angel writhing on the bed. Every once in a while, he would add a little pain to the pleasure, allowing his teeth to graze Samuel’s c**k. When Samuel showed signs of nearing his high, Flynn stopped, having grown considerably hard himself. He brought himself up, pressing his lips to Samuel’s in a fevered kiss. There was so much hunger and want in that one kiss that Flynn felt a flutter in his stomach and a tingle in his toes. He dipped his hips, trapping Samuel’s erection between them. He locked eyes with Samuel as he began to
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