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The room is thick with tension, the air heavy with anticipation. She sits, her legs spread, her skirt riding up, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her lace panties. He kneels before her, his eyes locked on her commanding gaze. She guides his hand to her crotch, his fingers tracing her slit through the damp fabric. She moans softly, her hips grinding against his hand. She takes his other hand, wrapping it around his own cock. "Stroke," she orders, her voice firm. He obeys, his hand moving in rhythm with hers. She watches, her eyes heavy-lidded, her body writhing. She guides his hand faster, her breath coming in short gasps. She leans back, her body tensing, her orgasm ripping through her. She looks at him, her eyes fierce. "Cum for me," she demands. He does, his body shuddering, his cock pulsing, his cum spilling over her hand. She smiles, satisfied.