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With maximum will, the British husband takes control, his guitar a mere extension of his desire. He growls into the microphone, his voice raw and primal, his guitar riffs echoing his dirty thoughts. He praises her body, her curves, her wetness, his words painting a vivid, lewd picture. He urges her to touch herself, to feel him, his voice a command she can't resist. He plays her like an instrument, his music her orgasmic symphony.