Glazing Her Delights: A Nutty Encounter

She lies back, her body a canvas waiting to be painted. He strokes himself, his breathing ragged, as he watches her writhe. With a groan, he lets go, his nut coating her chest in thick, pearly strands. She traces the patterns, her fingers glistening, before bringing them to her lips, tasting him, a wicked grin playing on her lips.

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