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The music playing in the background is just a hum, the real rhythm here is her hands on his cock. She's got him on the edge, her grip tight, her pace steady. She's in control, and she loves it. He's panting, his body tensing, and she knows he's close. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "Come for me," she commands. And he does, his body convulsing as he spills himself, her hands guiding him through his release. She smiles, satisfied, before cleaning him up, her touch now gentle and caring.