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"You should go to work," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes locked onto the bulge in his pants. "I have time," he replies, his hand caressing her nylon-clad foot, her toes curling in response. She watches, her breath hitching, as he slowly removes her socks, his hands trailing up her legs. He leans in, his breath hot on her inner thigh, her pussy throbbing with anticipation. She moans softly as his tongue finds her, her hands fisting the sheets, her body arching towards him.