Just Breathe

by Mother of Pearl Fetish

What happens when Christian and Ana don't meet at the interview? What steps will he take when he first sees her at graduation? What will change when he inadvertently injures her before he can introduce her to the Red Room of Pain? 2015 Nominee - Fanatic Fanfics Multifandom Awards.

28. Chapter 28

Just Breathe Chapter 28 – More of the Grand Tour
Late Sunday, October 9 - Day 8: Christian and Ana's Hotel Suite, Paris

He tilted her head up and looked in her eyes. Her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. "Feeling shy Mrs. Grey?" He peeled the lip from her teeth. Her hesitant smile gave way to a shy nod. He pulled her by her hand onto the balcony, placing his hand on the small of her back. He pushed her up to the balcony and stood behind her, his feet on the outside of hers, his groin pressing against her pert little ass. He undid her ponytail and let his fingers massage her scalp. Christian quickly braided her hair, and pulled the braid, tipping her neck to give him access to her soft smooth skin. He turned her and claimed her pouty mouth, feeling her tongue tentatively meeting and stroking his own. He kissed her almost senseless.

"I've been thinking about your mouth since the elevator ride," he murmured in her ear. "You are mine, Mrs. Grey and I intend to claim your body at every possible opportunity tonight. Now that we've seen our balcony, I think we're wearing too many clothes."

He pulled her by her hand into the room and unzipped her dress, allowing it to pool at her feet. Her slip was shimmied up her hips and over her head with a minimal amount of groping while he stripped her. "Very pretty, Mrs. Grey," he murmured, kneeling to stroke her nude stockings and matching underwear. "I think that bra is impeding my view of those pretty breasts of yours." He said while his hands stroked her legs. "Take it off…"

She blushed, but looked down at him, and while he was staring at her face, she undid her bra…and dropped it on his face; trying to ignore the anticipation growing in her belly.

"Naughty girl…" he murmured, removing the bra from his face. "Now I'm going to have to restrain you with it." He moved her hands behind her, fastening her hands together. He hooked his thumbs inside the crotch of her panties and pulled them down, while stroking her legs. "Step out," he ordered, and once her feet were free from the clothes pooled at her ankles, he stood and stripped, tossing all their clothes aside. He lifted her and carried her to a chair. Impaling her on his hard cock, he paused, enjoying her soft warm wetness. "It's so deep this way," he murmured again. "Look at me; I want to see your eyes," he said lifting her on and off him, while his mouth nibbled and nipped her breasts. He looked up into her blue eyes and felt his blood quicken. One hand held her restrained hands; one arm snaked around her waist. He quickened his thrusts, going as hard and as deep as possible. "Come for me baby," he urged, staring into her eyes, pulling her close, her breasts pressing against his chest. Her body began to tremble, and he saw her pupils constrict as she began climaxing. "Oh god baby…" her release fueled his. He held her in his arms for a long time. "It's never enough. Each time I touch you…it's never enough. For the rest of our lives it will never be enough." He kissed her hair gently and held her in his arms until he had the strength to carry her to the bathroom.

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Monday, October 10 - Day 9: Paris (Paris is one hour ahead of London)
Morning: Private tours of Louvre Museum and the Notre Dame Cathedral
Lunch: 58 Tour Eiffel Restaurants at the Eiffel Tower
Afternoon: Private Tour of Eiffel Tower; Seine cruise, driving tour of Arc de Triomphe and Champs Elysees
Evening: Gourmet dinner and wine tastings at hotel

Ana's POV

Philippe and Gaston arrive early to meet Sawyer and Marshall. By the time we met them; they are aware of our itinerary. Our French tour guide comes to an early breakfast to meet the security detail; and I can tell she is not impressed. LOL. She reminds me of our English tour guide. She only ate a croissant and drank her coffee black, which gave me the giggles. She must be saving her calories for French wine! LOL. She was saddened when I did not want tickets to an afternoon runway show at Dior or any of the other fashion houses. She was saddened that I didn't want to take a shopping spree down the Avenue des Champs Elysées. I feel like I've let Carla down because I didn't want to shop. LOL. Prescott's words of warning ring in my head. I know I have to shop for vacay prezzies for everyone...but I hate shopping.

Madame Tour Guide (I will never be able to spell her name, let alone say it) recommended flat shoes for walking today. I wear a pretty dress with matching jacket for Christian, flats, hair in an inverted ponytail, sunscreen, lip gloss and sunglasses. Madame Tour Guide took us on guided visits to the Louvre Museum and the Notre Dame Cathedral. We didn't have to wait in line to get into them, and it was great! I liked the medieval fortress section the best. Christian liked the Egyptian pyramid section the best. The tower of the Notre Dame Cathedral was the best part. I swear we could see all of Paris from up there. It was almost like the panoramic view of the Shard.

Lunch at the 58 Tour Eiffel Restaurants at the Eiffel Tower. We had seats that looked out the window onto the expanse of green lawn surrounding the tower. Christian was in heaven…they had a gourmet macaroni and cheese casserole on the lunch menu. I emailed Gail some of the items on the menu that sounded good; like the polenta with Parmesan cheese, tomato butter, and crush of rosemary. My favourite was the fresh fruit salad in mint syrup. Our tour guide explains that by starting with the restaurant first; we have missed the queue for the elevators and for the stairs. What is it with elevators? Christian takes one corner...I'm in the other...and he's sexting me! I know I'm blushing when we get to the top of the Eiffel Tower. The view from the top is beautiful! It seems like we can see forever. I count twelve bridges we can see, and the queue line at the base looks like a black squiggly shoelace.

Christian pulls me against him in the elevator on the way down, and I feel his erection pressing into my hip. I'm sure he'd skip the Seine River cruise for an afternoon in bed; but he doesn't make the suggestion. It dawns on me...this is the tease until we dress for dinner...or undress after dinner.

The Seine river cruise was marvellous! Pont Neuf, Paris's oldest bridge from the 16th Century, was great to see. We saw the river view of the Eiffel Tower. We have a short driving tour of the Arc de Triomphe and Champs Elysees. I remember Christian's picture on his bulletin board of him as a teenager here. Sawyer and Marshall were on today's security detail. Philippe and Gaston are getting acquainted with the GEH jet and flight crew.

Dinner was delicious...the wine was delicious. Christian didn't nag at me to eat. He held my hand over our candlelight dinner...sensually stroking my knuckles in between courses. My husband is practiced at the art of seduction...he slipped the little steel balls into me before dinner. When we get back to our room...Christian doesn't remove them immediately...instead, we're engaged in strip dancing...and before half a dozen dances are over...I'm soaking wet and ready to rape my husband. He continues to tease me by taking his time setting up a sensual spanking before he removes the balls. He restrains my hands and then teases me with a bottle of cold champagne. I try not to wiggle when he pours champagne into my belly button. I try not to wiggle when his cold lips and mouth and tongue tease me. He takes me to the brink of an orgasm, and then pauses. When my body calms, he begins again...only to pause when I'm almost out of my mind with desire. After the third time, I'm almost senseless when he begins his assault on my very willing body.

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Tuesday, October 11 - Day 10: Paris, Paris to Versailles, return to Paris
Morning: One-hour helicopter tour of Paris: Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, Montparnasse Tower, the Moulin Rouge and the Musée d'Orsay and the Seine River

Midmorning: Helicopter tour to Versailles: flyover of the palace and gardens; two hour tour of Versailles, Palace of Versailles, gardens of Versailles
Lunch: sidewalk cafe lunch
Afternoon: Helicopter tour back to Paris, Private Tours of Concorde Square, walking tours of Holy Chapel, Sacré-Coeur Basilica, Tuileries Garden
Dinner: quiet five course gourmet dinner with wine tastings

Ana's POV

After a quiet and luxurious breakfast on the balcony of our suite; we are dressed and meet our tour guide in the lobby. She has arranged for a driver who takes us to a heliport. Philippe and Gaston are with us as they are allowed to inspect the helicopter and car whereas our security team is not. Gaston does a sweep of the helicopter. Philippe interrogates the pilot. Our helicopter tour of Paris lasts less than an hour. We see the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, Montparnasse Tower, the Moulin Rouge and the Musée d'Orsay and the Seine River. We see a lot of Paris close up that we saw from our Eiffel Tower panorama view yesterday. Then we fly to Versailles, where we have a flyover of the palace and gardens before our helicopter touches down at an airfield just outside of Versailles. Our tour guide has arranged a car for us. We visit Versailles for over two hours.

We wander through the opulent, gilt splendor of the eighteenth century Palace of Versailles. Once a humble hunting lodge, it was transformed into a magnificent, lavish seat of power. It doesn't take much to imagine the royal court here for over 100 years; although part of me is still sorry for Louis XVI and Marie-Antoinette. The most stunning room by far is the Hall of Mirrors. The early afternoon light floods through windows to the west, lighting up the mirrors that line the east wall and illuminating the gold leaf décor and the enormous crystal chandeliers. It's breathtaking. Christian poses me near two of the windows for pictures and two of the almost floor to ceiling mirrors.

"I would build this for you," he whispers. "Just to see the way the light burnishes your hair, right here, right now." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "You look like an angel." He kisses me in the hollow just below my earlobe.

"I told you," I murmur, "I don't want things. I just want you. This view is nice; but I can't wait to stand on our balcony and watch the sun set on the Sound."

"Baby, I'm yours…forever and for always. With a view like this…how could Louis resist Marie Antoinette for seven years?" He kisses me chastely as our tour guide clears her throat. We've contained our PDAs around her…at least I think we have…oh well. She is anxious that we not miss our seating at La Cour. I'm glad Christian can read and speak French because I have no clue what the menu says. He orders a light lunch for us with what he claims is an excellent white wine. He's taken a picture of the label for purchasing more later. Then we are back in the car and on our way to the airport for the return flight to Paris.

We have a late afternoon tour of the Concorde Square and walking tour of the Holy Chapel. The thirteenth century stained glass is gorgeous at sunset. We do a walk by tour of the Sacré-Coeur Basilica and take a leisurely stroll of the Tuileries Garden before we are set upon by paparazzi. Back to the hotel to dress for dinner reservations for a quiet five-course gourmet dinner with wine tastings before returning to our room.

Christian turns me to watch him in the bathroom mirror as he removes my clothes. Our eyes lock on each other in the mirror as we have sex before we take a bath. We have a long soaking bath with a bottle of chilled white wine. He tells me about the times that he has been to Paris with his family. He saw a lot of the capitals of Europe while growing up.

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Wednesday, October 12 - Day 11: Paris to Rome (Rome is same time zone as Paris)
Morning: Fly to Rome
Late Morning: Private tours: Coliseum, the Roman Forum and the Pantheon
Lunch: sidewalk café
Afternoon: Walking Tours of Roman Forum, Temple of Julius Caesar, House of the Vestal Virgins, Palatine Hill, ruins of Nero's Circus Maximus
Dinner: in suite, early night

Ana's POV

Up at six, fast shower…well, as fast as it can be when I shower with Christian. Breakfast, on the road to the airport before eight, in the air by nine, in Rome by eleven. Christian and I take a nap on the plane…and seriously…we nap. There is no snugglefucking this time. Customs takes a little longer in Rome than we planned, but I am now the proud owner of three stamps in my passport. Once we clear the plane, Sawyer and Marshall depart to check us in at the hotel and run security sweeps. Philippe or Gaston accompanies the flight crew to the hanger to secure the GEH jet. Then they will check in at the hotel. Our tour guide arrives with a driver, and we are off to see the Colosseum, the Roman Forum and the Pantheon with Philippe or Gaston in tow.

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Christian's POV

The Lady or the Tiger? I hope my blue-eyed bride picks the tiger, because I never want to be without her. There will never be another woman who can replace her. Walking this morning built my appetite, I hope it does the same for Ana. We haven't had time to run or swim or kickbox. However, the one form of exercise I will not give up on our honeymoon is sex. Granted, we've had to deal with jet lag and Ana's cycle, but I think on average, we could brag about our sex life during our honeymoon. At least I can kiss her without feeling we've committed a sin in public. I don't play with her legs. As much as I would like to, I don't want the damn tour drivers getting ideas about my bride. I only give her chaste kisses and hold her hand; acting like a gentleman squiring his lady.

We eat lunch at a sidewalk café. I order grilled Panini, a crisp green salad dressed with red wine vinaigrette and a bottle of red wine. I'm tempted to call off our afternoon excursions, but I want to show Ana the world. Maybe I should have put helicopter rides on the first day, so that she's not worn out. When we finish our walking tour; it's late afternoon and we are a bit tired. The tour guide recommends a siesta before dinner. Hum—bed—Ana—nap—dinner—balcony—wine. I can work with this. Our suite at the hotel has a wonderfully huge ensuite and a deep Jacuzzi tub that would hold four people. Ana and I strip down to just underwear and crash in bed. "Sleep, baby…" I suggest softly to her and she does not argue. When our siesta is over; I do my best to make Ana giggle and wiggle. I love touching her soft, silky skin. We get up and take a cool shower and dress in underwear and robes. I tell security we're in for the night. I put on music and Ana comes to cuddle with me on the chaise on the balcony. We talk about what sights we've seen and the helicopter tours. I suggest we work up an appetite for dinner.

"Are you sure you want to play?" I asked-showing her the brown plaited leather crop I bought especially after her wet dream-blushing but eager to give it a try. I use the belt from her bathrobe to restrain her hands above her head, and loop the belt over the hook on the bathroom door. I use the spreader bar and cuff her legs apart. With the blindfold and the music set to play several Bach pieces; I introduce my bride to the riding crop. "No talking-just yes sir, no sir, please sir, thank you sir and more sir, understand?" I flick across a hipbone with the crop.

"Yes, sir," she says breathily. I can tell she's excited to play with me.

When I'm done making Ana wiggle with anticipation, and after she's soaking wet, I undo the spreader bar and lift her onto my extremely erect cock. We have hot fast and furious sex up against the bathroom door. I bury my head on her shoulder and wrap my arms tight around her waist as she drags me over the precipice of coherent thought. My legs are shaking, Ana is almost comatose. I lift her restraints off the hook and carry her to the tub. I start the tub filling, undo her restraints and get us seated. When the tub is full enough, we soak our weary bones for a long time. Eventually we drain the tub when the water cools, fill it again and begin the task of washing one another. I turn Ana around, and set her on my lap, holding the nape of her neck as I kiss her over and over before I begin the joyous task of bathing her petite frame.

"Why do you like bathing me?" She asked.

"It's your skin. It's so soft and I want to touch you all the time. However, I don't like sex in public places. I've been trying very hard not to stroke your legs when we're in the car with people other than my security staff. Plus those 50+ levels of elevators we've been on lately have been about to drive me insane. I would love nothing more than to kiss you to oblivion while we're in elevators, but then I would want to stroke your legs or grab your ass. I won't grope you in public where people can see or we're caught on CCTV. I don't want an inappropriate grope of you to show up as tabloid headlines. It would embarrass Ray, and I don't want you exposed like that."

"Thank you," Ana said. "As much as I love when you touch me…I don't want inappropriate gropes in tabloids either."

When I am done bathing her, she helps me, and does a thorough job of scrubbing my back and washing my hair. We wrap ourselves in towels, and I carry her to our bed. We settle under the sheets and I pull her close, tucking her into my body, burying my nose in her hair before we drift off to sleep.

When we wake, I order room service. When room service leaves, I tell Ana I want to feed her dinner. "I think since I've avoided inappropriate touching in public…tonight should be a touch all I want playtime." She allows me to strip her, blindfold her, and sit her on my lap. I feed her; enjoying how her pouty little mouth closes around the bites and slides the food off the fork into her mouth. Christ, I have an erection the size of the Leaning Tower of Pisa just watching her eat. I sneak in gropes of her body while I'm taking bites, and enjoy licking wine off her body. When it's time for dessert, I'm busy licking gelato off her body while my fingers stroke all the parts of her body. When we are through eating gelato, I slide her down between my legs and enjoy my beautiful bride's oral abilities. I leave the balcony doors open and enjoy how the cool evening air gives her body goose bumps. I restrain her spread-eagle to the bed and use the flogger. The cool night air and the flogger complement one another; making her body needy for me.

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Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Seattle

The Sex Crimes Unit of the Seattle Police Department finally approached the D.A.'s office with their investigation of Elena Lincoln's house, home computers, businesses and business computers. They recommended Lincoln be charged with 100 counts of possession of child pornography. Through the use of computer forensics, SCU recovered homemade videos and images of child pornography intentionally deleted or hidden on a stand-alone backup drive from Lincoln's home. No images were found at the businesses or on business computers. SCU has been able to determine all the recovered images were taken at Lincoln's home in Seattle. At this time SCU has no names of victims. Lincoln is not visible in any of the videos or images, so she will not be charged with sexual assault. SCU did not find any evidence of Lincoln selling or buying child pornography. As it is an ongoing investigation, SCU recommended anyone with information regarding the case be asked to contact the Sex Crimes Unit of the Seattle Police Department or contact Secret Witness. Until the DA brought the charges forth, and arraigned Lincoln; she would remain in general population in the King County Jail for her part in the attempted kidnapping of Anastasia Steele and for assault with a deadly weapon/attempted murder of one of Steele's bodyguards, Patrice Prescott.

"She certainly had a type didn't she?" The DA asked when reviewing the evidence.

"If you mean – she is obsessed with her ex-business partner – yeah, she has a type. I never knew there were so many red-haired young men in Seattle. And, until Lincoln's stash of porno, I never realized how many shades of red hair there is." The detective from SCU admitted.

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Thursday, October 13 - Day 12: Rome
Midmorning: Private Tours: Spanish Steps, The Ugly Boat fountain on Piazza di Spagna, pink house where John Keats died in 1821, Keats-Shelly Memorial House, Trevi Fountain
Lunch: sidewalk cafe
Afternoon: Private Tours: Capitoline Museums
Tea: Babington's Tea Room
Late Afternoon – Evening: back to hotel for a quiet night in room

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Ana's POV

I wake before two; sliding out of Christian's arms to get to the bathroom. I'm wide when I exit the bathroom and don't want to go back to bed. I send emails and pictures to the universe. There are emails from Jose with wedding pictures. I enjoy looking at them. There's one of Grace and Carrick dancing. There's one of Sophie wrinkling her nose at Taylor while he tries to tempt her with asparagus! There's a great picture of Sawyer and Sam dancing. There's a picture of Kate and Mia in avid discussion about something. There's a great picture of Theo beaming at Frannie while he pours more champagne for her. There's a picture of ... Emily dancing with Barney! That one makes me giggle.

"What are you giggling about, Mrs. Grey?" Christian obviously woke up and has been watching me.

"Giggling at a very sweet picture of Theo and Frannie and one of my co-worker Emily dancing with your IT guy Barney. It must be after the garter toss because he's holding the football while they dance. He must be trying to protect it from Elliott." I giggle again.

"Enough emails," he said. "Come over here and let me make you giggle." Before four, I crawl back into bed, and snuggle into Christian...which starts our day early! I'm still amazed at how big he can get so fast! We fall back asleep and barely wake in time to shower and dress for before having breakfast with our tour guide and security.

Cornetto (sweet pastries filled with jam or cream filling or chocolate), fresh fruit salad and Italian Roast coffee for Christian, the security staff and our tour guide for breakfast out on the balcony. I enjoy a cream-filled cornetto and fresh fruit, but I drink tea. Marshall accompanies us today, because we're going for tea before coming back for a siesta. She's heard of the place we're going and wants to experience it also. The Spanish Steps are not crowded, but have a lot of people for a Tuesday morning. They cradle their coffee cups and chatter incessantly in Italian. The Ugly Boat Fountain on Piazza di Spagna is interesting. We see the pink house where John Keats died in 1821. We visit the Keats-Shelly Memorial House, a small museum of information about the literary giants who bummed around Italy – Byron, Shelley, the Brownings, Henry James, Edith Wharton, Goethe, James Joyce, and of course, John Keats. Christian says if we come back, we can rent a small apartment in the building from three nights to six months. He's not disappointed when I tell him I don't think I want to sleep where Keats died.

We stop at the Trevi Fountain. Our guide tells us we need to see it after dark. It's supposedly lovelier at night than in the day. She relates the story of the movie Three Coins in a Fountain, which is supposed to ensure you return to Italy someday. Christian gives me three Euros to throw over my shoulder into the fountain. I am heartened to hear the money in the fountain goes to feed the poor.

We visit the Capitoline Museums which take most of the afternoon. My favourite piece in all that we see is the statue of Cupid and Psyche. Christian asks why I'm enamoured of it and I tell him the story of a pretty virgin who marries a man she has never seen. His eyes dance with merriment as I explain that Cupid always departs her bed before sunrise and she is never allowed to look at him. Once she looks at him; she falls in love with the most beautiful creature she has ever seen.

We have tea at the Babington's Tea Room. It boasted 19th Century décor and the best scones I had eaten on our trip. I explained the teapots which served one person were called a "wee" and teapots which served many were called a "muckle". We arrived in time for the Grand High Tea, which meant we were in time for champagne. I purchase a T-4-1 pot with cup and saucer for use at my desk at home. It's bone china and is decorated with lovely white roses.

When we return to our room, there is a package delivered for me. Christian purchased a twelve-inch-tall bronze of Cupid and Psyche. Needless to say…we go to bed early, and my new husband makes love to me three times before dawn. I doubt Cupid was as finely formed as the Greek God Grey I married.

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Friday, October 14 - Day 13: Rome
Morning: Tours of St. Peter's Basilica, the Sistine Chapel and the Vatican Museums
Lunch: picnic lunch at Protestant Cemetery
Afternoon: nap and quiet time at hotel, dinner on balcony
Evening: Trevi Fountain after dark, gelato tasting, watching street performers

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Ana's POV

I am incredibly sore today. I feel absolutely boneless and legless from last night. Christian takes pity on me and asks the tour guide to change our tickets for the day. Instead of hour long tours and lectures; we only attend short highlight tours of St. Peter's Basilica, the Sistine Chapel and the Vatican Museums. We have a late picnic lunch at the Protestant Cemetery. Keats and Shelley are buried there. Christian produces a small volume of their poetry, provided by our tour guide and he reads aloud to me as I follow the urging of our tour guide and "take a rest". When we are leaving the cemetery, our tour guide recommends we take advantage of the shops that are close by if we want memorabilia for our honeymoon.

We walk about and visit several shops. I buy a couple dozen pairs of leather gloves in small, medium and large sizes. I know Kate and Mia will kill for them, and I consider myself a present ahead for Carla for Christmas. I find a wonderful Murano glass bowl in chocolate, copper and gold which will look great in our media room with the chocolate throw that my co-workers gave us at my bridal shower. I find a small wooden carving of a catch of fish that I buy for Ray as a Christmas ornament for his tree. I buy a dozen leather bookmarks that I can't resist. Marshall is with me and she buys an unmarked leather hobo bag, which she claims is great for carrying concealed. I find a dozen pairs of glass bead and silver wire earrings. I buy them to bring home for everyone. Our tour guide shows us to a shop that specializes in silk wraps and I splurge on a dozen for Christmas presents. Marshall finds a dark charcoal grey one that goes well with the evening gown she brought with her. If we go out to the theatre again, she'll be prepared.

We are back at the hotel for a short siesta, hot sex in the shower and a late supper on the balcony, followed by a visit to the Trevi Fountain after dark. We taste test gelato at a few places and toss Euros at excellent street performers before we wander back to our hotel. We have seen the ancient ruins of Rome, viewed masterpieces and paid homage to some of the writers I have read. I'm so ready for a bath and bed when Christian suggests it. I'm soaking in the tub when Christian starts to give me a foot rub, and nibbles on my toes. I love it when he washes and dries my hair. It's almost as wonderful as when he allows me to help bathe him. I start an energetic wash and caress of his groin. It doesn't take much urging to get him to sit on the edge of the tub and let me practice my oral sex skills. He tries so hard not to take control; letting me have my way with him. Finally he holds my hands against his trembling thighs before his hands fist in my hair and he lets out a feral moan when I swallow hard on him and make him explode.

A/N:

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