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( what a way to go, indeed.
except sara certainly doesn't want to kill steve rogers, with his charming good looks, polite attitude, and a body that she wants to explore every damn inch of with her mouth. oh, and she can't forget his dramatics, which might be enough to make her laugh if she didn't have the head of his cock nearing her throat.
after bobbing her head up and down around him a few times, she releases him with a satisfying pop as the head passes her lips. sara's gaze flickers up to meet steve's again, tongue lapping at the length of him again once, twice, and she comments, feigned placidity where there should probably be a shit-eating grin, ) I don't want to kill you, Steve. ( even if he would, without a shadow of a doubt, know if someone like sara lance wanted to kill him. her lips press tiny pecks against his shaft, linger up towards the head. ) I can stop, if you want.
( which doesn't seem like a possibility, but sara wants to make steve squirm a little bit, maybe wants to hear him ask her for more. )
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