“The Art of Seduction”
He was like a master painter, creating a masterpiece with his gentle caresses. Every movement he made was artfully calculated and designed to arouse me in unimaginable ways. His hands moved swiftly over my body, teasing me as he painted a sensual picture on my skin.
His lips found their way to my neck and then lower, tracing a path of fire everywhere they touched. He was a master of seduction and I was his willing canvas. I wanted him to keep going, to drive me to the brink of pleasure and beyond.
He paid special attention to my most sensitive areas, lavishing them with attention and pleasure. His tongue explored me with ever increasing fervor, pushing me to the edge of pleasure and beyond.
I was in a state of pure ecstasy, my body trembling with pleasure and desire. I never wanted the moment to end, but all too soon, it was over and I was left with a lingering feeling of satisfaction. I had been taken on a journey of pleasure and I would never be the same.
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