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"In the dimly lit room, she kneels before him, her manicured nails tracing his inner thighs. He's hard already, anticipating her touch. She strokes him, her grip firm and fast, her other hand cupping his balls. His hips buck, fucking her fist as she leans in, her breath hot on his cock. But she denies him entry, focusing on her task, her hand a blur as she brings him to the edge. With a guttural groan, he comes, his cock pulsing, cum shooting out, landing on her tits, the floor, anywhere but in her mouth. She smiles, wiping a stray drop from his tip, "Looks like someone's been a naughty boy."