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( he did say please, which sara probably should've expected, considering his unending polite, gentlemanly ways. even when he's coming undone and unraveling before her very eyes, these things are innate in steve rogers — which is maybe why she's grown to like his company so much.
she also very much likes the desperate drag of teeth against his lower lip, the way her name arounds carried over a shaky breath; how could she not indulge him, when he'd asked so nicely? there's no verbal response, just an amused twitch of her lips into something like a pleased smirk before they wrap around his cock again, head sinking down onto his lap, her grip on his thighs tightening as she keeps him there for a moment, lets him enjoy the sensation of her salivating around him.
sara can't help but start bobbing her head again, up and down with her tongue pressed against the length of his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she takes him, rhythmic and almost a little greedy because god does she want him to come for her like he never has before. )
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