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The scent of her stockings, a mix of nylon and her own arousal, fills the air as she continues to work him. Her touch is confident, her rhythm steady, her grip tightening as he nears his climax. She can feel his cock pulsing in her hand, his breathing growing ragged. She looks down, her breasts heaving in her low-cut top, ready to receive his offering. As he erupts, she milks him expertly, his hot semen splattering onto her chest, her fingers continuing to stroke him through his release. She looks up at him, her eyes gleaming, "Same time tomorrow?" she asks, licking his cum off her fingers.