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The guy from that summer shoot back in 2014 is on his knees again. Same eyes, same mouth, just older and hungrier. He looks up first, lips already parted, hand reaching for the bulge before he even touches skin. His fingers wrap tight, stroking slow, then faster, squeezing harder like he’s daring himself to stop. Doesn’t. He pulls the shaft to his mouth and starts sucking like he missed the taste. Sloppy, wet sounds fill the room—his lips smack, saliva drips down his chin, spit lands on his chest. He chokes it down deeper, throat working, gagging wet and hot. Every thrust forward sends more drool running out the corners of his mouth. His tongue drags long and greedy under the head, flicking fast, then flattening as he takes every inch until his nose presses flush. Eyes water. Cheeks hollow. He doesn’t pull away. He just keeps going, hard and messy, until thick ropes of cum hit his tongue and spill across his lips, dripping heavy down his face in messy white streaks. He licks the last drops, cock twitching against his mouth, then leans back with that filthy, satisfied grin.