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Dean’s lips were exquisite. They were the subject of many of your fantasies.
From the soft pink of them, usually wrapped around a pen or some other round object, to the slicht chap of them against yours.
He was always sticking things in his mouth, ranging from flashlights to knives, to the ends of paintbrushes.
You were always encouraged by a sexy slow wink and a deep purse of his lips, before they turned bloodless from him biting them or wet from him licking them.