Licking the back of his ear, he went down Cheney’s chin and traced his neck, painting a searing path with his tongue. With excitement, Cheney quickly removed his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, allowing Rumsfeld to continue down his chest and stomach. As soon as Rumsfeld got as low as below the belt, he paused over his prize. Looking up to reassure Cheney of Rumsfeld's purpose, Cheney quickly undid his pants. Consequently, Rumsfeld lapped at Cheney’s salty penis, coating the surrounding flesh with the creamy essence of his pre-cum. Cheney reacted with shattered breathing and desperate whimpers.
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