ASHLEY
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His c**k was limp but I gripped it either way. Slowly, I dragged my tongue around the tip of his c**k. I felt his body tighten and his d**k began to double in size and length.
“Whoa,” the demon smiled. “I thought you were into it.”
A muscle feathered in the Captain’s jaw, and his hand balled into a fist.
“Don’t pay attention to him,” I said, “we’re doing this for the people back at home.”
He nodded, his facial expression relaxing. He tilted his body back into the walls of the cave.
I flattened my tongue at the base of his c**k and dragged up to his tip. I could taste the faint saltiness and warmth of his skin. I repeated it, tracing my finger against his skin.
I paused at the frenulum and teased it. I remembered my Father’s best friend enjoyed it. Whenever I did it his
