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I started slow, letting the anticipation build, teasing and tasting until every reaction told me to turn it up. Then I pressed closer, quickened my pace, and focused right where it hit hardest. I switched between patient control and sudden intensity — lingering kisses, eager pulls, then diving back in when I felt him start to lose himself. Every change was intentional. Every movement designed to push him closer to the edge. I loved the way his body responded when I turned the heat back on — tighter grip, heavier breathing, no holding back. That’s when I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him. This is how I tease: slow when it matters, relentless when it counts, and always tuned into every reaction until the pleasure becomes too much to handle.