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As I stepped into the dimly lit room, my heart raced with anticipation. I knew what was waiting for me on the other side of that door: my mistress, the woman who had been tantalizing me with her promises of pleasure for weeks now.

The room was filled with the scent of lavender and jasmine, and I could feel my body trembling with excitement as I made my way across the room. There she was, sitting on the bed with a wicked grin on her face. Her name was Olivia, and she was the most gorgeous woman I had ever laid eyes on. Her long, curly black hair cascaded down her shoulders, flanked by her bright green eyes that sparkled under the soft glow of the lamp.

Without a word, she beckoned me closer, and I could feel the heat emanating off her body as I crawled onto the bed, my heart racing with excitement. She leaned in and kissed me, her soft lips meeting mine with a fiery passion that left me breathless.

As our lips locked and our tongues danced, she began to play with my nipples, squeezing and tugging on them until I moaned with pleasure. I reached up to feel her breasts, feeling the silkiness of her skin under my fingertips. She giggled softly, her hands still playing with my sensitive nubs, as she whispered in my ear.

“Now it’s my turn.”

She slid down my body, her hot breath trailing over every inch of my skin until she reached her destination. She pulled down my pants, tossing them apart without a second wondered, and began to explore my body with her tongue. I gasped with pleasure as her fingers slipped inside me, working their magic as her mouth continued to explore every inch of my most intimate areas.

Before I knew it, I was screaming with pleasure, my body writhing under her touch. She knew exactly what she was doing, and as she brought me to the brink of ecstasy, I knew that I would do anything she wanted in order to experience this sort of twisted pleasure again and again.
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