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The room was dimly lit, a single light flickering gently in the corner. The air was thick with anticipation, anticipation of pleasure, of ecstasy, of pure, unadulterated bliss. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming out in short, sharp gasps. I could feel the heat radiating off my skin, could feel the sweat beading on my forehead.

I was alone, but I knew they would be here soon. They always were. The clock on the wall ticked slowly, each second feeling like an eternity. I tried to distract myself, to think of anything else, but it was no use. My mind kept wandering back to the pleasure that was to come, back to the feeling of soft, slender fingers wrapped around my aching cock.

Finally, after what felt like hours, I heard the soft click of the door opening. I turned my head, my eyes wide with excitement, and there she was. She was beautiful, her long, silky hair cascading down her back, her curves accentuated by the tight, red dress she wore. She smiled at me, a wicked, knowing smile, and sauntered over to the bed.

Without a word, she kicked off her heels and climbed onto the bed, straddling my lap. I could feel the heat of her body, could feel the softness of her thighs against my legs. She leaned in close, her breasts brushing against my chest, and whispered in my ear.

“Ready for me, baby?” she purred, her voice low and seductive.

I nodded, unable to speak, and she grinned. She reached down between us, her hand disappearing beneath the covers, and I felt her fingers wrap around my already hard cock. I let out a low moan, my head falling back against the pillows, as she began to stroke me slowly, teasingly.

Her touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine with each gentle caress. I bucked my hips, desperate for more, but she just laughed, her hand stilling on my shaft.

“Not so fast, baby,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “I want to make this last.”

And with that, she began to move, her hand pumping up and down my length in long, slow strokes. I could feel the pressure building already, could feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine that signaled my impending release. But still, she kept up her steady rhythm, her hand moving faster and faster as she worked me closer and closer to the edge.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, when I was sure I was going to explode, she stopped. I let out a groan of frustration, my hips jerking forward in search of her touch. But she just smirked at me, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“Not yet, baby,” she cooed, and then she leaned down, her hair tickling my chest as she took the head of my cock into her mouth.

I cried out, my hands fisting in the sheets beneath me as her tongue swirled around the sensitive head. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing as she drew me deeper into her mouth, and I could feel my orgasm approaching quickly, racing up my shaft like a freight train.

But just before I could reach my peak, she pulled away, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of my cock. She licked it away slowly, her eyes locked on mine, and then she began to stroke me again, her hand moving at a lightning-fast pace.

I was panting now, my chest heaving with the effort of holding back my climax. I could feel the heat building in my balls, could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in the base of my spine. And then, just as I thought I couldn’t possibly hold back any longer, she stopped.

“Please,” I gasped, my voice ragged with need. “Don’t stop.”

She smiled at me, her hand still wrapped around my shaft, and then she leaned down again, her tongue laving over the head of my cock. She sucked hard, her throat convulsing around me as she took me deeper and deeper, and then, with a final, hard suck, she pulled away.

I came with a shout, my hips bucking off the bed as I spilled over the edge. I could feel her hand moving over me, working me through my orgasm, and then, as the last tremors shuddered through my body, she slowed down, bringing me back down to earth with gentle strokes.

I collapsed back against the pillows, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. She crawled up my body, her breasts brushing against my chest as she straddled my hips once more. She leaned down, her lips brushing against mine in a feather-light kiss, and then she rolled off me, lying down at my side.

“Good?” she asked, a satisfied grin on her face.

I nodded, too exhausted to speak, and she laughed, rolling onto her side and snuggling up against me. I put my arm around her, holding her close as I drifted off into a deep, satisfied sleep.