Tongue-teasing fondling of luscious mounds

In a dimly lit room, a mystery woman awaits, her ample assets straining against her clothing. She wants your eyes on her, your hands nowhere near her body. You oblige, admiring the sight of her heaving chest, her breath hitching as you lean in, your lips mere inches from her cleavage. She shivers, her nipples hardening, but you maintain your distance, worshipping her from afar, your gaze a tangible caress on her skin.

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