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Her face, contorted in a delicate balance of pleasure and discomfort, served as a canvas for his desires.
Every gasp, every quiver, every subtle twitch of her features became a symphony of submission, a testament to the power he held over her.
A surge of anticipation coursed through him as he imagined Lily's every reaction, every whimper and gasp, every subtle shift in her expression as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy and surrender.
The air was heavy with the heady aroma of her sweat, mingling with the sweet essence of her most intimate parts, a fragrance that beckoned him to taste, to consume her in a fervor that bordered on primal hunger.
With each flicker of his imagination, the scenarios grew bolder, the sensations more intense, as he reveled in the intricate dance of dominance and submission that played out in the deepest recesses of his mind.
