Aroused All Day, Needing Release

The mistress's voice is a symphony of seduction, each word a caress, each command a lash of desire. She guides him, her voice a whisper in his ear, as he strokes himself, his breath ragged, his body tense. She describes the sensation of her hands on him, the feel of her lips, the taste of her skin. His moans fill the room, a testament to her power, her control. She can feel his resistance, his struggle to hold back, but she is relentless, her voice a siren's call, drawing him ever closer to the brink. Will he surrender, or will he fight, his body a battlefield of desire and denial?

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