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This session was quick but merciless. He laid back, fully exposed, while I knelt between his legs and took control — my hands slick, my eyes locked on his frustration. I kept him right at the edge, using rhythm and silence, speed and stillness. I teased him slowly, stroked him sensually, built him up… only to ruin his orgasm when he finally couldn’t hold back. All that frustration, dripping away — exactly how I wanted it. I laughed. He whimpered. One of us had a good time. Guess who?