[Dave takes his fucking time with this - and why not? He's got Tavros locked into it, after all, and those metal knees mean the troll can't fall over from getting weak in the legs any time soon. So he decides to satisfy his curiosity, sliding his tongue along all the ridges, around all the bumps, up and down the length until he finally takes the writhing tip between his lips and presses it against the roof of his mouth.]
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