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The blonde boss takes control, her heated gaze meeting yours in the reflection of the polished desk. She commands, "Touch yourself," as she rolls a leather-gloved finger over her lips, wetting it before circling her nipple. She leans in, her breath hot on your ear, "I want you to feel every inch of my leather-clad body against yours," she purrs, as she continues to tease and edge you, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy, only to deny you release.