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Noah moved his lips down, kissing and touching the fiery hot flesh, tasting the rivers of
salty sweat that came cascading down the shuddering body and yet with each taste, each
press of his lips he could also feel the excitement rising inside. His groin was like
a blast furnace, the heat threatening to melt his very flesh with its heat and yet
even as the warmth grew his heart seemed to be still, waiting for another moment
before it would explode in thunderous activity. He could feel the blood rushing from
his limbs, feel it burning his veins and arteries as it rushed to the very tip of his
manhood. He ached between the very cheeks of his buttocks as his lips brushed up
against the soft slightly dark hair that acted like a guide to his mouth, slowly
keeping him along a straight simple path downwards. His body grew tighter, the muscles
squeezing him in a way he didn’t think possible and yet despite the growing pain,
the increasing discomfort, he felt happy beyond words, beyond expression. He was
finally entering a whole new world of emotions, as his lips tasted the wiry hairs that
were leading him down. Dakota’s fingers struggled to dig themselves into the hard wooden floor but they could
grasp nothing, could hold nothing as the extreme pain of waiting grew unbearable for
him and he could hear himself breathing in short ragged gasps. His body trembled
uncontrollably, his legs wavered as he held them up, keeping Noah between them and yet
he felt like he was losing all feeling in them, except for where they touched Noah’s
warm naked body. There he felt nothing but a growing warmth, a heat that seemed to
flow upwards into his heart, even as the fires in his soul seemed to be exploding
outwards in a white flame. The pain was only growing, refusing to let him think or to
let his mind control anything. His head grew even more light headed as he felt the
rough tip of Noah’s tongue tasting his dark pubic hairs, lifting the tiny wiry hairs
up and then flattening them down coated in Noah’s saliva. His groin thrust upwards,
eager for Noah’s attention and his hands moved down, his fingers desperate to reach
out and take Noah’s head and guide it quickly to his groin. The heat seemed like it was burning his very lips as they touched the fiery flesh and tasted the salt-caked pubic hairs that stood up before him. His tongue lashed out, licked at the soft flesh underneath, his rough edged weapon slowly forcing the wiry hairs to lay flat, to surrender to his overpowering assault and he could enjoy the taste of the scented skin. His
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