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He looked like a ghost of himself. His tear-stained cheeks flushed a bright pink and chest rising and falling. My mouth is wrapped around his cock, not letting the ghost cum as his back arched away from the bed with need. His strong hand threaded in my hair was a direct contradiction of the words falling from his mouth. Quiet praises and pleads leaving his mouth like i’m his god and he’s begging for forgiveness. Like he’d be saved by cumming.