Tom Covenent's 'The Agency'


The Agency



...she turned widening eyes toward me as I crouched on my hands and knees beside her, I gave her an uncertain smile. The cock in her mouth prevented any reciprocal response. Leaning forward, I kissed her cheek. She turned her head toward me, our lips touched. Closing my eyes, I instinctively slipped my tongue into her mouth. I had never touched a cock before, now I found myself exploring one with my tongue, sharing the exploration with her tongue...

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