[He gets the cup again and lets the hunk of ice slip off. It'll be cold, not too cold though. Now his tongue darts to trace the rim of his cock head with the foreskin half rolled.]
If. [Have a smile like he's the luckiest man in the world because that's what he fucking feels like.]
That a record? Do you keep count? [That cool tongue curls under more of his cock as it's revealed with just the tip barely hooding. ]
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If. [Have a smile like he's the luckiest man in the world because that's what he fucking feels like.]
That a record? Do you keep count? [That cool tongue curls under more of his cock as it's revealed with just the tip barely hooding. ]