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Mastering the Art of Self-Pleasure
In the dimly lit room, she sits alone, her body aching for touch. Her fingers trace the curves of her body, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. She knows why you're here, to listen, to guide her. Her breath hitches as she slips a hand into her panties, finding her clit already swollen and ready. She moans softly, the sound filling the room, her fingers working in slow, deliberate circles. She's in control, yet you hold the reins, commanding her pace, her pleasure. Her body responds, her hips moving in rhythm, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She's close, her body tensing, her fingers moving faster. You tell her to stop, to edge, to prolong her torture. She whimpers, her body protesting, but she obeys, her fingers still, her body trembling with unfulfilled desire.