Hips and lips hover above Sexcalibur. I wait; and watch your face drink me in. Expectation, of silken contact, wherever it be. Your breath hushed, waiting. Straddled across your hips, silken lips fleetingly brush against Sexcalibur, coaxing a slight tremor. Damp lips spread, caressing hilt to tip with slick lust. A recoil from tip to hilt reveals a glistening tease.
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