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In the dimly lit room, she begins, her small hands wrapping around his generous length. She works him, her rhythm steady, her gaze never wavering. Her touch is magic, drawing out his pleasure, making him groan. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "I want to make you cum, darling," she purrs. And she does, her pace increasing, her grip tightening, until he's gasping, his body tensing, and he's coating her hands with his release.