Tantric Touch Unravels

Loleta's hands, slick with oil, dance over his skin, her touch both professional and passionate. She leans in, her breath warm on his ear, "Relax, let go." He groans, his body betraying him, arching into her touch. She smiles, her fingers tracing the length of his shaft, feeling his pulse. She teases him, her nails lightly scraping his sensitive skin, her thumb swirling around his tip. He gasps, his hands fisting the sheets. She leans in, her voice a whisper, "Do you want more?" He nods, his voice hoarse, "Yes, please." She grins, her fingers wrapping around him, stroking him slowly, building him up, then backing off, keeping him on the edge until he's a writhing, begging mess, ready to explode at her command.

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