Celtic Princess
Basilet
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No, *This* is foreplay.
Rhys
Corner?
He's going to the bloody corner? Fine, then. I'll follow along and see what's up his sleeve. Coy little bastard.
Ah, he's stopped and looks like he's considering something. What's that in his hand? A telephone book? No...no. It's the Xandria catalogue. He's flipping through it and biting at the end of his thumb. Something has him going though, because he's adjusted himself twice.
I think I'll sidle in here and see if I can't distract him by blowing in his ear. Make a silly crack about gum and earwax...
But no, the silly it seems oblivious so time to fuck subtlety. He continues reading as I nibble on his neck, slowly running my tongue from the base of his throat to the earlobe and nipping gently. He sighs and puffs out his lips a bit but keeps reading. Hmmm. Fine...
I trace my tongue around the shell of his ear and he shivers involuntarily. I mouth his collarbone slowly, and pull his shirt up from his jeans. I want to run my fingers over the smooth skin of his abdomen and feel the jut of his hipbones beneath my palms. He makes another soft sound and flips a page. Brat.
I start reading the text to him softly directly in his ear. He shudders this time and I know it’s not just the product description he's getting off on now. I lean in, cupping his body to mine and whisper, "variable speeds for extra penetrating depth....would you like me to do that to you? Would you like me to fuck you with that little purple toy?"
He moans slightly and his head lolls back to my shoulder and I grin. Much better. I slide my hands down his jean clad thighs and cup his package. His length is hard and straining against the fabric and I slowly massage it which elicits another moan. I pop one button on the jeans and stick my finger into the waist band. The head of his cock peeks up from underneath and I trail a finger onto the leaking head. I swirl it around and he moans again, this time pressing back against me. I bring the finger up to my lips and he turns his head to watch me lick his salty sweetness from my hand...
He's got this shocked, stunned expression on his face so I look up.
Oh, just an audience. No big deal. He blushes clear to the roots of his hair and if anything it makes him more endearing. No, endearing is not the right word. I want to eat him. I want to lick him all over and watch him squirm. I chuckle softly in his ear, "C'mon, boy, I know you are an exhibitionist at heart." He whimpers and nods his head slowly.
I pop the next button on his jeans, keeping one hand on his abdomen and rubbing small circles there. He's panting a bit, still not sure how to handle the sudden assault on his senses. He's a delectable little morsel, all squirm and cream just waiting to be devoured. He makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat and his head lolls on my shoulder. He's eyes are squeezed shut and his pink lips are parted. I can see just the tip of his tongue poking through and I want to suck on it.
Oh there are lots of things here I want to suck on.
He moans and twists his hips against me as I thrust my hand down his pants. The remaining buttons on his fly pop open and his dick springs free. I stroke it and marvel at the steely softness. He moans louder, and I slowly fist him, up and down...
Carson
Think he's clever, does he?
He thinks he can play me.
Well, I'm not quite the shivering little boy toy he thinks I am.
I turn around. He's taller than me, so that his cock rubs my belly. The outline is plain through the cloth of his jeans. He thinks he's got me. My eyes wide and innocent, I look up into his face, at the little triumphant grin that plays on his lips.
They're all watching, their eyes wide, not bothering to hide it. What do I care? I know Scarlett won't breathe a word. What happens here stays here.
He thinks he's going to devour me, thinks I'll just melt in a puddle at his feet.
His eyes widen in surprise as my palms slide up his chest. The taut muscles greet my fingertips until I reach his nipples. He lets out gasp as I pinch gently between my thumb and forefinger - then just a little harder …
He doesn't expect me to make it hurt. But only just a little... the fine line between pleasure and pain. The line between "Don't...! Stop...!" and "Don't stop!"
"Think you're a tough guy, huh?" I breathe.
His sugar cookie breath brushes my cheek. "Mm," is all he can manage, as my hand slides from his nipple down to the front of his jeans. The bulge is obvious. Impressive. I like it. His knees buckle a bit, ruining his image. He can't pull my strings.
My hand slides over the ridge of his zipper. His cock is thick and hard under the cloth. Underwear? No underwear? I cup it, stroking it through the denim. I squeeze and grind my hips into his. I grin up at his face as he bites his lip and throws his head back, hitting the wall, groaning at the mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Like that, huh, tough guy?" I whisper across his ear.
"Slut," he whispers back weakly.
"Know what I'd do with that little purple toy?" I press my lips to his ear and lightly squeeze his rigid cock. "If I had it right now... I'd unzip your pants... I'd lick it and get it nice and wet..."
"Don't," he protests. Now it's his turn to blush. It looks cute on him. I grin wickedly and slowly stroke his cock through his jeans. He gasps for air one last time before his knees buckle, and only my body pressing him hard against the wall keeps him from slipping to the floor.
"What're you gonna do now?" I taunt him softly. "Hmmm? Are you gonna get off with everyone watching? You're a naughty slut, aren't you?"
Another groan. The combination of my words, the stroking of my hand, and the audience has of us both shaking. But I can tough it out longer. I grin at him again as I slowly sink to my knees.
One button of his jeans. Damn. Underwear. Tightie whities, unexpected but achingly sexy on him. I bring my head forward and trace the outline of the fat head of his cock through the thin white cotton; a wet patch has formed and I take my time licking it, flicking my tongue over the thick flare on the underside of the head. A bit bitter... nice... but he needs to drink more water.
"Fuck," he swears softly. His hands come off the wall and catch my shoulders, caressing my neck, running through my hair. He presses my face to his crotch and I lick his thick shaft all up and down though his underwear.
My lips close around the head. My tongue finds the slit, soaking though his underwear... God he smells good. He tastes like candy. His breath is coming fast now and so is mine. I reach up and cup his balls, squeezing the base of his cock. It throbs and pulses in my hand and he gasps...
Oh, yeah...
We're both sweating...
It started out as a game, but I'm not teasing him anymore. He needs this and so do I.
My hand strokes faster as he bucks his hips against my face. I squirm. I reach down into my own jeans, unbuttoned by his fingers, and touch myself urgently. Oh yeah... just the way I like it... I sigh with pleasure...
Rhys
I'm excited and breathing hard, but he'll have to work a lot harder than that to top me. As in, not fucking happening. No, I want that sweet little ass...and I love lulling bottom boys into a false sense of security anyway.
He's come up for air so I make my move. Twining my legs in his I flip him over easily and his back slaps the hardwood floor.
He gasps as I rip the tee shirt to shreds and dive for his crotch. Oh yeah...much better. His cock is bubbling and the drops are spattering on his stomach. The little fuck likes it rough. Good. I don't give him a chance to breath, just lick straight down from the head of his cock to the beginning of his crack... He moans and thrusts his hips forward...oh much better.
Carson
Falling back, I collapse on the floor and realize everyone's looking... But what is he going to do? I snicker. Not such a tough guy now...
Rhys
Play time is definitely over. He's thrashing around on the floor and its getting slick with our sweat. He moans again, and I lick deliberately, pushing his legs up over my head. His sweet little bud winks at me, teasingly and I want to rim the fuck out of him...
He groans as my tongue makes contact. I flick over the opening rapidly and feel it pulse under my lips. He's pinned like a butterfly but I can see out of the corner of my eye that he's finally found something to hang onto. The metal bars of the shoeshine stand gleam faintly and there is a guy up there feeling up a wide eyed girl. The forgotten Xandria catalogue lays on the banquette next to them. I grin and attack his flexing hole again. I bathe in my spit and listen to him groan again. His thighs tremble with the effort and I almost take pity on him. Must be murder on his back. But then I remember what he tried to put me through and decide that I must be merciless.
His hole is fluttering and a deep shade of pink. His scent intoxicates me, rugged and sweet sweat. I flick the tip of my tongue inside and he opens easily with a loud groan. I probe deeper and he writhes, his ankles coming to rest on my back. I'll have bruises in the morning but right now I don't really care. His fist has come around his dick and he's pumping it. I catch the motion out of the corner of my eye and stop abruptly...no he's not going to come this way either.
Oh such a little liar...He can't fool me...he's enjoying this. His dick is leaking profusely and his eyes have taken on that glazed over expression. The blush has deepened on his cheeks and chest and his hard nipples stand out like raspberries. He moans as I withdraw and knock his hand off his cock. I move up his body, licking and nipping before resting my head up near his ear.
"Kiss me," I rumble quietly "I want you to taste how sweet you are."
He moans and offers his swollen lips to me. I tease him slightly, licking his lower lip and circling the top one before diving in. He sucks me in, pulling at my tongue. The kiss is searing and my cock is so fucking hard, leaking against my thigh. He moans again and he ruts against me, trying to get relief for his aching cock. I break the kiss, pulling away from him and resisting the desire to grind as hard as I can against him.
"I'm gonna fuck you. I am gonna fuck you so hard..." I say, and push him over...
He scrabbles up onto his knees and the crowd moves back a step. I gesture impatiently to the woman in the scarlet dress and she reached down for my forgotten belt. She hands it to me and I see his eyes widen. I smirk at him letting him wonder what I plan to do. I hold it in my hand with the buckle tucked into my palm and rub the flat planes of leather down his spin while my cock brushes his crack. He moans again and throws his head back, and I wonder faintly what he'd look like wearing a collar.
He rubs his ass provocatively into my dick and tilts his head back. I grab a handful of his hair and tug. I loop the belt around his throat briefly, enjoying the image before letting it slither loose and snap against a nipple. He whimpers and pushes back harder now, struggling for a purchase on the slick floor. A trickle of sweat runs down his back and I follow it, licking at the groove of his spine. He's in overload now and wants to pull away but I'm not letting him. I take the belt and twist it between his wrists before wrapping the buckle side around the metal bar. He groans loudly now and twists against the bonds. I wriggle a finger up underneath the leather to test that it’s not going to bite into him too much. The couple above us scrambles on top of the leather seats eager to continue their voyeuristic make out session. I give them a saucy wink then get down to business. Carson is wriggling trying to free himself, but I grab his hip. I gesture to the Scarlett woman again and she slides my jeans to me. I pick out the condom and the lube from my pocket and spread some generously on my fingers.
He's pretty open from the rimming but I want to make sure he can take all of me. I thrust two fingers inside and he spasms around my hand with a loud groan. I wiggle them back and forth stretching him wider and he writhes into me, bucking backwards and gasping. His arms are trembling in an effort to hold himself up and I know he's going down to his elbows soon. He's more than ready so I withdraw my fingers and roll on the condom. I place the head of my dick at his hole and rub it there in circles.
He moans again and this time I hear a breathy "Please!"
Hmmm. I think. I like the sound of that. "What did you say, Carson?' I ask sweetly.
"Please," He moans. “Please."
"Say it!" I command. He gulps and his distress is obvious.
I rub my cock back and forth teasing his hole mercilessly.
"Fuck me!' He gasps and writhes back onto my dick, damn near impaling himself.
"As you wish" I mumble and thrust hard into him filling him as deeply as I can.
He cries out at the none too gentle intrusion. I wait until he's comfortable though. He's turned his head to the side, so I plant a soft kiss on his cheek while I wait. His breathing returns and he pants a bit. I circle and roll my hips and he moans again, this time the pleasure is obvious on his face. I slowly start to thrust in and out and he whimpers as I hit his sweet spot again and again. I wind my fingers in his hair with one hand and guide his hip with the other. He thrusts back hard, meeting me, and my balls slap against his ass in a steady rhythm. I give his hair one last tug before reaching around for his cock. His cream drips over my thumb and he groans and shudders as I start to jack him in time with my thrusts.
He arches his back and cries out suddenly, his cock pulsing in my hand. His cum spatters the hardwood floor in six furious spurts that leave him breathless. His ass muscles contract down on my cock and I feel that familiar tingling in my balls as my cum erupts filling the condom. I would have loved to fill his bowels with my cream then eat it out of him but...c'est la vie.
He collapses in a pile of cum and sweat and I'm still on top of him. I am vaguely aware that the audience is making noise around us but in my post fuck haze, I'm not really able to determine what it is.
He's whimpering so I roll off him, strip off the condom and reach for my pants. Tugging on my jeans, the Scarlett woman hands me my long forgotten shirt. I flip the condom into a trash can and stagger to my feet. He's sitting up, looking gorgeous and very freshly fucked. I lean down and give him a quick kiss.
"Thanks for the writing exercise, and you can keep the tightie whities mate." I say with a nonchalant grin.
"Later." and I stroll away.
Carson
Now I sit watching him walk away, buckling his belt as he disappears.
I grin.
He'll get his.
Rhys
Corner?
He's going to the bloody corner? Fine, then. I'll follow along and see what's up his sleeve. Coy little bastard.
Ah, he's stopped and looks like he's considering something. What's that in his hand? A telephone book? No...no. It's the Xandria catalogue. He's flipping through it and biting at the end of his thumb. Something has him going though, because he's adjusted himself twice.
I think I'll sidle in here and see if I can't distract him by blowing in his ear. Make a silly crack about gum and earwax...
But no, the silly it seems oblivious so time to fuck subtlety. He continues reading as I nibble on his neck, slowly running my tongue from the base of his throat to the earlobe and nipping gently. He sighs and puffs out his lips a bit but keeps reading. Hmmm. Fine...
I trace my tongue around the shell of his ear and he shivers involuntarily. I mouth his collarbone slowly, and pull his shirt up from his jeans. I want to run my fingers over the smooth skin of his abdomen and feel the jut of his hipbones beneath my palms. He makes another soft sound and flips a page. Brat.
I start reading the text to him softly directly in his ear. He shudders this time and I know it’s not just the product description he's getting off on now. I lean in, cupping his body to mine and whisper, "variable speeds for extra penetrating depth....would you like me to do that to you? Would you like me to fuck you with that little purple toy?"
He moans slightly and his head lolls back to my shoulder and I grin. Much better. I slide my hands down his jean clad thighs and cup his package. His length is hard and straining against the fabric and I slowly massage it which elicits another moan. I pop one button on the jeans and stick my finger into the waist band. The head of his cock peeks up from underneath and I trail a finger onto the leaking head. I swirl it around and he moans again, this time pressing back against me. I bring the finger up to my lips and he turns his head to watch me lick his salty sweetness from my hand...
He's got this shocked, stunned expression on his face so I look up.
Oh, just an audience. No big deal. He blushes clear to the roots of his hair and if anything it makes him more endearing. No, endearing is not the right word. I want to eat him. I want to lick him all over and watch him squirm. I chuckle softly in his ear, "C'mon, boy, I know you are an exhibitionist at heart." He whimpers and nods his head slowly.
I pop the next button on his jeans, keeping one hand on his abdomen and rubbing small circles there. He's panting a bit, still not sure how to handle the sudden assault on his senses. He's a delectable little morsel, all squirm and cream just waiting to be devoured. He makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat and his head lolls on my shoulder. He's eyes are squeezed shut and his pink lips are parted. I can see just the tip of his tongue poking through and I want to suck on it.
Oh there are lots of things here I want to suck on.
He moans and twists his hips against me as I thrust my hand down his pants. The remaining buttons on his fly pop open and his dick springs free. I stroke it and marvel at the steely softness. He moans louder, and I slowly fist him, up and down...
Carson
Think he's clever, does he?
He thinks he can play me.
Well, I'm not quite the shivering little boy toy he thinks I am.
I turn around. He's taller than me, so that his cock rubs my belly. The outline is plain through the cloth of his jeans. He thinks he's got me. My eyes wide and innocent, I look up into his face, at the little triumphant grin that plays on his lips.
They're all watching, their eyes wide, not bothering to hide it. What do I care? I know Scarlett won't breathe a word. What happens here stays here.
He thinks he's going to devour me, thinks I'll just melt in a puddle at his feet.
His eyes widen in surprise as my palms slide up his chest. The taut muscles greet my fingertips until I reach his nipples. He lets out gasp as I pinch gently between my thumb and forefinger - then just a little harder …
He doesn't expect me to make it hurt. But only just a little... the fine line between pleasure and pain. The line between "Don't...! Stop...!" and "Don't stop!"
"Think you're a tough guy, huh?" I breathe.
His sugar cookie breath brushes my cheek. "Mm," is all he can manage, as my hand slides from his nipple down to the front of his jeans. The bulge is obvious. Impressive. I like it. His knees buckle a bit, ruining his image. He can't pull my strings.
My hand slides over the ridge of his zipper. His cock is thick and hard under the cloth. Underwear? No underwear? I cup it, stroking it through the denim. I squeeze and grind my hips into his. I grin up at his face as he bites his lip and throws his head back, hitting the wall, groaning at the mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Like that, huh, tough guy?" I whisper across his ear.
"Slut," he whispers back weakly.
"Know what I'd do with that little purple toy?" I press my lips to his ear and lightly squeeze his rigid cock. "If I had it right now... I'd unzip your pants... I'd lick it and get it nice and wet..."
"Don't," he protests. Now it's his turn to blush. It looks cute on him. I grin wickedly and slowly stroke his cock through his jeans. He gasps for air one last time before his knees buckle, and only my body pressing him hard against the wall keeps him from slipping to the floor.
"What're you gonna do now?" I taunt him softly. "Hmmm? Are you gonna get off with everyone watching? You're a naughty slut, aren't you?"
Another groan. The combination of my words, the stroking of my hand, and the audience has of us both shaking. But I can tough it out longer. I grin at him again as I slowly sink to my knees.
One button of his jeans. Damn. Underwear. Tightie whities, unexpected but achingly sexy on him. I bring my head forward and trace the outline of the fat head of his cock through the thin white cotton; a wet patch has formed and I take my time licking it, flicking my tongue over the thick flare on the underside of the head. A bit bitter... nice... but he needs to drink more water.
"Fuck," he swears softly. His hands come off the wall and catch my shoulders, caressing my neck, running through my hair. He presses my face to his crotch and I lick his thick shaft all up and down though his underwear.
My lips close around the head. My tongue finds the slit, soaking though his underwear... God he smells good. He tastes like candy. His breath is coming fast now and so is mine. I reach up and cup his balls, squeezing the base of his cock. It throbs and pulses in my hand and he gasps...
Oh, yeah...
We're both sweating...
It started out as a game, but I'm not teasing him anymore. He needs this and so do I.
My hand strokes faster as he bucks his hips against my face. I squirm. I reach down into my own jeans, unbuttoned by his fingers, and touch myself urgently. Oh yeah... just the way I like it... I sigh with pleasure...
Rhys
I'm excited and breathing hard, but he'll have to work a lot harder than that to top me. As in, not fucking happening. No, I want that sweet little ass...and I love lulling bottom boys into a false sense of security anyway.
He's come up for air so I make my move. Twining my legs in his I flip him over easily and his back slaps the hardwood floor.
He gasps as I rip the tee shirt to shreds and dive for his crotch. Oh yeah...much better. His cock is bubbling and the drops are spattering on his stomach. The little fuck likes it rough. Good. I don't give him a chance to breath, just lick straight down from the head of his cock to the beginning of his crack... He moans and thrusts his hips forward...oh much better.
Carson
Falling back, I collapse on the floor and realize everyone's looking... But what is he going to do? I snicker. Not such a tough guy now...
Rhys
Play time is definitely over. He's thrashing around on the floor and its getting slick with our sweat. He moans again, and I lick deliberately, pushing his legs up over my head. His sweet little bud winks at me, teasingly and I want to rim the fuck out of him...
He groans as my tongue makes contact. I flick over the opening rapidly and feel it pulse under my lips. He's pinned like a butterfly but I can see out of the corner of my eye that he's finally found something to hang onto. The metal bars of the shoeshine stand gleam faintly and there is a guy up there feeling up a wide eyed girl. The forgotten Xandria catalogue lays on the banquette next to them. I grin and attack his flexing hole again. I bathe in my spit and listen to him groan again. His thighs tremble with the effort and I almost take pity on him. Must be murder on his back. But then I remember what he tried to put me through and decide that I must be merciless.
His hole is fluttering and a deep shade of pink. His scent intoxicates me, rugged and sweet sweat. I flick the tip of my tongue inside and he opens easily with a loud groan. I probe deeper and he writhes, his ankles coming to rest on my back. I'll have bruises in the morning but right now I don't really care. His fist has come around his dick and he's pumping it. I catch the motion out of the corner of my eye and stop abruptly...no he's not going to come this way either.
Oh such a little liar...He can't fool me...he's enjoying this. His dick is leaking profusely and his eyes have taken on that glazed over expression. The blush has deepened on his cheeks and chest and his hard nipples stand out like raspberries. He moans as I withdraw and knock his hand off his cock. I move up his body, licking and nipping before resting my head up near his ear.
"Kiss me," I rumble quietly "I want you to taste how sweet you are."
He moans and offers his swollen lips to me. I tease him slightly, licking his lower lip and circling the top one before diving in. He sucks me in, pulling at my tongue. The kiss is searing and my cock is so fucking hard, leaking against my thigh. He moans again and he ruts against me, trying to get relief for his aching cock. I break the kiss, pulling away from him and resisting the desire to grind as hard as I can against him.
"I'm gonna fuck you. I am gonna fuck you so hard..." I say, and push him over...
He scrabbles up onto his knees and the crowd moves back a step. I gesture impatiently to the woman in the scarlet dress and she reached down for my forgotten belt. She hands it to me and I see his eyes widen. I smirk at him letting him wonder what I plan to do. I hold it in my hand with the buckle tucked into my palm and rub the flat planes of leather down his spin while my cock brushes his crack. He moans again and throws his head back, and I wonder faintly what he'd look like wearing a collar.
He rubs his ass provocatively into my dick and tilts his head back. I grab a handful of his hair and tug. I loop the belt around his throat briefly, enjoying the image before letting it slither loose and snap against a nipple. He whimpers and pushes back harder now, struggling for a purchase on the slick floor. A trickle of sweat runs down his back and I follow it, licking at the groove of his spine. He's in overload now and wants to pull away but I'm not letting him. I take the belt and twist it between his wrists before wrapping the buckle side around the metal bar. He groans loudly now and twists against the bonds. I wriggle a finger up underneath the leather to test that it’s not going to bite into him too much. The couple above us scrambles on top of the leather seats eager to continue their voyeuristic make out session. I give them a saucy wink then get down to business. Carson is wriggling trying to free himself, but I grab his hip. I gesture to the Scarlett woman again and she slides my jeans to me. I pick out the condom and the lube from my pocket and spread some generously on my fingers.
He's pretty open from the rimming but I want to make sure he can take all of me. I thrust two fingers inside and he spasms around my hand with a loud groan. I wiggle them back and forth stretching him wider and he writhes into me, bucking backwards and gasping. His arms are trembling in an effort to hold himself up and I know he's going down to his elbows soon. He's more than ready so I withdraw my fingers and roll on the condom. I place the head of my dick at his hole and rub it there in circles.
He moans again and this time I hear a breathy "Please!"
Hmmm. I think. I like the sound of that. "What did you say, Carson?' I ask sweetly.
"Please," He moans. “Please."
"Say it!" I command. He gulps and his distress is obvious.
I rub my cock back and forth teasing his hole mercilessly.
"Fuck me!' He gasps and writhes back onto my dick, damn near impaling himself.
"As you wish" I mumble and thrust hard into him filling him as deeply as I can.
He cries out at the none too gentle intrusion. I wait until he's comfortable though. He's turned his head to the side, so I plant a soft kiss on his cheek while I wait. His breathing returns and he pants a bit. I circle and roll my hips and he moans again, this time the pleasure is obvious on his face. I slowly start to thrust in and out and he whimpers as I hit his sweet spot again and again. I wind my fingers in his hair with one hand and guide his hip with the other. He thrusts back hard, meeting me, and my balls slap against his ass in a steady rhythm. I give his hair one last tug before reaching around for his cock. His cream drips over my thumb and he groans and shudders as I start to jack him in time with my thrusts.
He arches his back and cries out suddenly, his cock pulsing in my hand. His cum spatters the hardwood floor in six furious spurts that leave him breathless. His ass muscles contract down on my cock and I feel that familiar tingling in my balls as my cum erupts filling the condom. I would have loved to fill his bowels with my cream then eat it out of him but...c'est la vie.
He collapses in a pile of cum and sweat and I'm still on top of him. I am vaguely aware that the audience is making noise around us but in my post fuck haze, I'm not really able to determine what it is.
He's whimpering so I roll off him, strip off the condom and reach for my pants. Tugging on my jeans, the Scarlett woman hands me my long forgotten shirt. I flip the condom into a trash can and stagger to my feet. He's sitting up, looking gorgeous and very freshly fucked. I lean down and give him a quick kiss.
"Thanks for the writing exercise, and you can keep the tightie whities mate." I say with a nonchalant grin.
"Later." and I stroll away.
Carson
Now I sit watching him walk away, buckling his belt as he disappears.
I grin.
He'll get his.
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