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Remembering the pornos she had seen, Sarah tried to go deeper on his cock, her wet lips easily sliding down his stiff rod. His heat filled her mouth, and his head softly knocked against the back of her throat. Her tongue rubbed the underside of his shaft as she moved back up again. She brought the head of his cock almost back out of her mouth, but her lips pressed firmly against the head, squeezing another large dollop of precum into her mouth. Sarah descended again, a bit more quickly this time doing the same thing.

“Oh yes, I’ve identified warriors who will create quite a mess once they are imbued with the power of the Profane, whether they want to or not.”

With her head now closer she realised what she had inadvertently been getting dangerously closer to. Right beneath his pubic hair her father’s penis lay across his thigh, the business end pointing right in her direction. Sarah had seen a few penises when looking at porn and even her own father’s penis when she was a little girl in the showers at the pool, but seeing it now, so close and feeling the way she did took her breath away. Though smaller than in any of the pornos it was no slouch in thickness department, and it seemed to be barely hard at the moment. And unlike any of the shaved ones she saw in porn it was covered in a bush of pubic hair. Something about it made it seem so real! Which Sarah realised was a stupid thought. Of course it was real. It was her father’s real penis and balls right in front of her face. What was she expecting to find?