My Words, Her Arousal

She sits there, legs crossed, trying to resist the pull of my sultry words. But her nipples betray her, hardening beneath her blouse. I can see the heat rising in her cheeks, her breath growing ragged. My voice drops lower, more intense, painting vivid images of our bodies entwined. She squirms in her seat, her arousal palpable. I lean in closer, my lips brushing her ear, "Do you feel it? The hunger for my touch?"

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• she
• my
• was
• words

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