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In the soft glow of her bedside lamp, a sultry, mature voice whispers, "Time for bed, little one." But tonight, Mommy has a special game. She leans in, her breath hot on your ear, "Let's play a little game, shall we? I'll count down from ten, and you edge for me. If you cum before I reach zero, you lose." Her fingers trace your growing bulge, her voice a husky purr, "Now, take out that beautiful cock, and let's begin."