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She walked into the room, adorned in a lacy black bra and matching thong that left nothing to the imagination. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she strode over to the couch where he was waiting.

He was already hard, anticipating her every move. He knew she was the queen of tease and he was her eager subject.

Without saying a word, she straddled him and began to kiss him deeply. Her hand found his cock and she began to stroke him just enough to let him know she was in control.

But just as quickly as she started, she stopped. She moved her lips from his and began to explore his chest with her tongue and her fingertips.

She was playing with him, building up the tension until he was practically begging for more. And just when he couldn’t take it anymore, she took pity on him and started to undo his pants.

But as soon as he was free, she stopped again. She left him hanging as she climbed off him and walked around the room, her hips swaying so seductively he was sure he would lose his mind.

He watched her as she moved, the tease driving him wild. All he could do was plead for more, his need for her overwhelming him.

When she finally returned to him, she continued her exploration of his body. Kissing him deeply, she rubbed her body against his, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy.

But just as he was about to lose control, she stopped again. This time, she walked to the other side of the room and began to pleasure herself.

As he watched her, his arousal grew even more intense. It was almost too much to bear, but he knew he couldn’t climax without her permission.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she came back to him. This time, there was no teasing. She rode him hard, her body writhing with pleasure as she brought him to an explosive finish.

But it was all on her terms. The art of tease had been her weapon of choice and she had dominated him completely. And he couldn’t wait for her to do it all over again.
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