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She knocks on his door, innocently asking if they can chat. But her eyes betray her, wandering to his crotch, lingering on his bulge. He invites her in, and as they sit, her leg brushes against his, sending a spark. They talk, but her mind's elsewhere, fixated on the growing tent in his pants. She leans in, whispering, "I thought you said you were... available?" Her tongue darts out, licking her lips, as she unbuttons his jeans, revealing his throbbing cock. She takes it in her mouth, eagerly, driven by a hunger that's far from friendly conversation.