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Aday Turan drops to his knees without hesitation and swallows you down to the base on the first bob, lips stretched snug around every inch while his throat flexes and adjusts to the full length. His hands grip your thighs for leverage as he pulls back slow, tongue dragging the underside, then drives forward again with the kind of hunger that makes your stomach drop. Saliva slicks your shaft as he picks up speed, sloppy and relentless, eyes tracking up to hold your gaze every few strokes. When he finally comes up for air, he wraps a firm fist around you and pumps while his mouth catches his breath before diving back down.
