Submit to My Touch

A husky voice, dripping with desire, echoes through the empty room, 'Stroke it for me.' The atmosphere crackles with electricity, the unseen subject's hand moving in rhythm with the speaker's breath. The voice guides, 'Harder, faster,' each word a caress, a command, a plea. The room fills with soft moans and the sound of flesh on flesh, the voice's satisfaction the ultimate goal, the only release.

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