( Sansa feels like saying she doesn't know how but she doesn't, lets it die in her throat. She moves down a bit and draws the tip of her tongue along the length of him, unsure of how to proceed. He feels hot and hard against her but his skin feels soft, too, and she looks up at him before sucking just the tip of him into her mouth. She keeps her hand wrapped around the length of him, though, and doesn't stop moving it. )
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