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She took him deeper, her mouth working over him slowly, agonizingly, her hand stroking what her lips didn't cover. The wet warmth of her mouth combined with the firm, teasing pressure of her fingers was almost too much to bear. His breath came in harsh, uneven pants, his entire body trembling under her touch, a mix of pleasure and frustration building within him.
His hips jerked forward involuntarily, seeking more of the sweet torment she was inflicting on him. But she pulled back slightly, keeping her pace slow, torturous, drawing out every second, every stroke, every flick of her tongue. The way she teased him drove him mad, a wicked game that left him on the brink of desperation.
