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Bound by my will, she lay vulnerable, her pussy a ripe fruit ready for plucking. I ran my fingers along her slit, feeling her tremble. Her clit, a hard little nub, begged for attention, but I took my time, drawing out her torment. I pinched, rolled, and flicked, her cries echoing in the room. Her pussy wept, needing release, but I was her master, and I decided when she'd cum. I brought her close, her body tensing, then pulled back, leaving her begging, her pussy throbbing with unspent desire.