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The room is filled with the scent of their mingled arousal. Tori's hair cascades over his hips as she lovingly attends to his cock, her hands caressing his balls, her fingers tracing the veins on his shaft. She takes her time, exploring every inch of him with her tongue, her lips, her teeth. She sucks him gently, rhythmically, her head moving in a dance as old as time. He can feel her love in every touch, every stroke, every suck. She pulls back, her lips glistening, and looks up at him, her eyes filled with desire. She wants him to come, to fill her mouth, to mark her as his. And he does, his body tensing, his cock throbbing, as he releases into her waiting mouth. She swallows every drop, licking her lips, before climbing up his body to kiss him, sharing his taste on her tongue. They lie there, wrapped in each other's arms, their hearts beating in sync, their bodies sated, their love deepened.