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In a hushed, candlelit room, she commands, "Keep quiet, my pet." Her tongue dances on his throbbing cock, licking the ridge, flicking the tip, and sucking the bead of pre-cum. He groans softly, fighting the urge to thrust. She smiles, "You're close, aren't you?" Her lips wrap around his frenulum, teasing it with gentle flicks. He tenses, his body shaking as he tries to hold back. But she's insatiable, pushing him to his breaking point, only to pull back at the last second, leaving him panting and desperate.