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The soft click of the front door opening startles her from her private indulgence. She quickly tries to compose herself, but the evidence of her pleasure is clear - her flushed cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, and the unmistakable scent of her arousal filling the room. He stands there, taking in the scene, a smirk playing on his lips. "I see you've been waiting for me," he says, his voice low and husky. She bites her lip, nods, and spreads her legs wider, inviting him to join her in their forbidden dance.