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“How is it?”

“Huh?”

“My python—how is it?”

“Did you just ask me how your wiener is?”

I tsk. “There you go again, being a perv.”

“Robbie!”

“Robbie Junior, actually.”

“You named him?” She rolls her eyes and mutters, “Of course you did.” I see her bite at her lip, trying hard not to laugh. “Your python is very beautiful, Robbie—long, thick, and just as big as I thought it’d be.”

“You’re totally talking about my cock right now.”

She scoffs. “Your tattoo!”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe.” I laugh at the look of disbelief on her face. “I’m teasing. I know you meant both of my pythons.”

“Actually, I haven’t really gotten a good look at one of them. I think I’ll need to look again…”

Monty drops to her knees, and I about fall to mine. A loud groan escapes me as she reaches for the waistband of my underwear.

“What are you doing, Monts?”

“I’m exploring.”

“You’rekillingme.”

She chuckles softly as she drags my last piece of clothing down my legs. “I know.”

Leaning back, she just sits there.

And sits and sits and sits.

Staring.

“It’s not going to suck itself,” I say softly.

She slams her eyes closed and traps her plump bottom lip between her teeth. “I really hate how much I loved hearing you say that. I should be really annoyed, but with you standing before me like this, staring at me like you are, I can’t be.”

Without another word, she curls her hair around her hand, pushing it to the side as she drags her tongue along the side of my cock.

I hiss as soon as she makes contact. She hasn’t even properly put her mouth on me and it’s already too fucking much.

Another long, slow lick.

I want to fucking scream.

And come. I’m dying to come.

It seems like days before she finally takes my length into her mouth, swallowing as much of me as she can. She hasn’t even completely taken me in yet, but I can’t handle another second of this. It’s been too long, and she feels too fucking good.

“Holy shit,” I mutter. “Monty, stop. Youhaveto stop. I’m gonna blow.”

But she doesn’t stop. She keeps going, taking more and more of me with each stroke. I gather her hair in my hand and guide her, helping her find that rhythm I love. She’s receptive to my touch, and her eagerness only adds to the fire burning inside me.

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