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He's still soft when I take him into my mouth. Run my tongue over the head, down the shaft, press that spot that makes his pulse jump. I love that when he's soft, I can hold all of him in my mouth, sucking, teasing, until he grows too big for me to hold him all. I love that he lets me use my teeth, to bite him oh so gently, or run them softly up his shaft. He likes it when I'm rough with him. I suck him, hard, and run my tongue around and around the head until he's moaning, shuddering, then take as much of him as I can in my mouth, down my throat, and sink my teeth in at the base of his cock. He groans and presses into me, hard enough that I have to back off to keep from gagging. Then he's thrusting into me, fast and urgent. I love the intensity of his pleasure, how he rides my mouth. This is the turning point. If I want to fuck him, I have to stop now. If I keep going, he'll come in my mouth. Decisions, decisions.