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August's eyes slid back up to find his with the blush flaming red on her cheeks now, but she was slowly lowering herself over him. So slowly. His mouth opened, mimicking hers as she approached his cock and hesitated—then approached it again before hesitating again. It took everything he had not to bite his fist in anticipation before she finally got up the courage to put her mouth on it, and then he was clutching the sheets when that silky warmth of her slowly, shyly surrounded him.