Nimble fingers dancing across keys. I feel them on my flesh. No question you know your way around my body the way you know your keyboard. Days, months, years of study of the female form, of the female mind lends you erotic intuition.
Your tongue, your mouth, the hairs on your face tickling the sensitized skin of my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, leaving behind wet, hot, tingling trails.
I taste myself on your mouth. On your cock. I inhale my scent left behind on your body as you fill my mouth with your hardness. I suck your cock, ravenous. Cum for me. Let me taste all of you.
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