Lia Lin meets you on the lawn in a low-cut white halter, eyes locked as she drops to her knees. She takes you in her mouth with slow, wet strokes, looking up between each bob, then leans in deeper until her lips meet her hand and saliva trails down her chin. The hillside houses and blue sky stay behind her while she works you over, focused and unhurried.
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