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"Dinner's ready," he says, tying her wrists to the chair. A blindfold obscures her view, heightening her other senses. The clink of cutlery, the scent of food, and the anticipation of what's to come. His warm breath on her neck, his fingers grazing her thighs, and then, his tongue on her ass, licking, teasing. She gasps, her body writhing as he slides into her, filling her completely, fucking her hard and slow, a relentless rhythm that makes her beg for more.