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London's hands, adorned with ink, glide over Dior's curves, her big tits heaving with anticipation. He starts slow, rubbing her back, but his eyes are locked on her pussy, the prize he's eager to claim. Slipping his fingers between her legs, he finds her clit, swollen and ready. He circles it, teases it, until Dior's hips buck, seeking more. He gives it, slipping a finger inside, then two, fucking her slowly, building her up. Her body tenses, and then she's squirting, her juices coating London's hand, her cries echoing in the room. He doesn't stop, brings her to the edge again and again, her body writhing in pleasure, until finally, he lets her ride out the last waves of her orgasm, her body glistening with sweat and cum.