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The sun-warmed breeze whispers around them as she takes his cock in her hand, her touch feather-light at first, then firmer, more insistent. She varies her pace, from slow, sensual strokes to quick, tight grips, her rhythm unpredictable, keeping him on edge. As his breath hitches and his body tenses, she knows he's close. She increases her pace, her hand a blur, until with a guttural groan, he comes undone, his cum spurting out, coating her hand and dripping onto the grass below.