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She knew she had him at her mercy, his throbbing cock in her skilled hand. Her ebony fingers danced along his shaft, twisting and pumping with a rhythm that made his toes curl. He watched, hypnotized, as her manicured nails teased his sensitive flesh. She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear, "You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" Her pace quickened, and he felt the familiar surge. She guided him, her hand a firm pressure, and as he exploded, she aimed his cock upwards, painting his chin and neck with his own cum.