Like the cold marble that molds
The statues of the most beautiful of the gods
Your skin gleams with sweat
Your muscles curve into the creation that is you
An ass that Michaelangelo would envy
A cock that every woman wants inside of her
I run my hands over your skin
Feeling the muscles that define you, that make you
Every inch beautiful and desirable
My blood flows warm as I watch you
Your face stoic
Your rising prick telling all
The head turning purple
As I run my fingers over it
The little drop of excitement lubricating my fingers
The slickness I would love to touch my clit with
But I won't in front of you
My aim is to tease
Even though my clit aches with longing
I watch your chest rise and fall
With rapid breath
You implore me to make you cum
I oblige with rapid jerking
Just to see the white run down your legs
Ignoring the longing in my own cunt
You now look satisfied
I achieved my goal

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