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The room was thick with tension, the kind that buzzed under the skin. She leaned in close, her fingers wrapping around me with a slow, deliberate grip that sent a jolt through my body. Her touch was teasing at first, smooth and languid, her thumb brushing sensitive spots she knew too well. Her eyes locked with mine — playful, wicked — as she pumped slowly, savoring every reaction she drew from me. The heat between us grew, a private fire stoked by every slick, steady stroke, until I was trembling in her hand, completely undone by her perfect, knowing touch.