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In a private Italian studio, a captivating mistress takes charge, her victim a nervous, small-cocked man eager to please. She sits, legs crossed, watching as he struggles to follow her precise instructions. "Use your hands, but do not touch your cock," she commands, her voice as smooth as velvet, yet as sharp as a whip. He complies, his fingers dancing around his sensitive flesh, teasing, tormenting, until his cock stands rigid, desperate for release. His body tenses, his breath ragged, but he holds back, eyes locked onto hers, pleading for permission. She smirks, leans in, and whispers, "Cum for me, but do not touch." His body convulses, and he explodes, his small cock pumping out ropes of cum, his hands clenching, nails digging into his palms to resist the urge to touch his aching flesh.