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The room is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation as she starts to stroke him, her touch feather-light yet purposeful. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "I want you to cum on my leggings," she whispers. Her grip tightens, her pace quickens, her fingers dancing over his sensitive flesh. She feels his cock throb, his body tense, and with a final, firm stroke, she milks him, his hot cum coating her leggings, a wet, sticky reminder of their intimate encounter.