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You drive into them from behind, slow and deliberate at first—watching how their body quivers in response. When you hit just the right spot, their back arches like a bow drawn tight, the motion so natural it’s almost a plea. Their head tilts back, lips parted, and eyes fluttering with that dazed, breathless look you crave. Every thrust deepens the reaction—the way they gasp, the way their expression melts into bliss—it’s all the invitation you need to keep going.

The tension finally breaks, and you feel the rush flood through you, releasing everything you’ve been holding back. Their mouth and skin taste the evidence of your pleasure, warm and slick beneath your touch. You watch their lips part, eyes wide and breathless, as you gently pull them closer, savoring the shared heat of the moment.

They start strong, mouth warm and eager, but soon their pace slows, breath growing uneven. You feel the teasing slip away as they falter, pulling back with a tired, apologetic glance. It’s a mix of relief and disappointment—you wanted more, but the sudden pause leaves you aching and wanting, stuck in the suspense.

You slip behind them with a mischievous glint in your eye and suddenly yank their panties upward, watching the surprised jolt ripple through their body. At first, they squirm with a huff—but you don’t stop. You keep the fabric tugged snug, letting it ride between them just right. Their annoyance fades into shivers, and soon enough, that little gasp tells you they’re starting to enjoy it far more than they expected.

You signal your friend with a knowing glance, and they move in to gently hold her arms above her head, just tight enough to keep her still—but not enough to stop her from squirming. With her wrists softly restrained, you trail slow, deliberate circles of your hips against her soaking core, teasing every sensitive inch. You feel the delicious tension in her body growing with every breathy gasp, every restless twitch. You’re driving her wild, making her want more without letting her have it—pure, delicious torture.

With her hips raised perfectly, you grab onto her soft cheeks like handles, guiding her body to serve your rhythm. Every thrust is deep and greedy, using the tight warmth of her body just the way you like it. She moans with each motion, and you smirk—this isn’t about her pace. You’re using her curves to chase your own climax, shameless and relentless, while her trembling body eagerly matches every movement.

You coat your weapon of choice—warm and gleaming—with just enough shimmer to make your intentions clear. With a slow, deliberate motion, you press it against their inner thigh and trace a path upward, smearing the heat in slow, sensual circles. Your touch never enters, but it makes them flinch with need. You don’t rush—you're here to let anticipation do the heavy lifting.

You call in your partners to hold her down gently—wrists and legs restrained just enough to keep her still. This brat’s been testing your patience, and now it’s time to teach her a lesson. Your hands roam her body with purpose as you press your rod deep inside, showing her exactly who’s in control. Together, your partners keep her grounded while you take her fully, making sure she feels every inch of your dominance and desire.

You lean in close, lips tracing delicate kisses as your fingers explore tenderly. Your touch is both reverent and eager, aiming to bring pleasure with careful, intimate attention. You savor every reaction, your movements slow and deliberate—dedicated entirely to them.

You slowly lick and suck the ice cream, letting the cold drip teasingly as you savor the moment. Your movements are slow and deliberate, sending a clear message without a word—just pure, sweet temptation.