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She starts with a touch, a tentative stroke, feeling the growing hardness in her hand. Her breath hitches as she takes in the sight of her own arousal, the bead of pre-cum at the tip a testament to her desire. She leans in, her tongue flicking out to taste, her hand never stopping its relentless rhythm. Her pace quickens, her grip tightens, and with a gasp, she feels the hot, sticky cum pulsing onto her skin, the visual evidence of her pleasure.