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In the throes of passion, a man takes control, dictating your every move. Your body responds, eager to please, as you follow his commands. Masturbate for him, he demands, and you comply, fingers dancing over your sensitive skin, teasing your erect nipples, tracing the curve of your hips. His eyes never leave your body, hungry, possessive, as you bring yourself closer to the edge, your moans filling the room, a symphony of submission and desire.