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She knows exactly what she's doing to you.

Her hips are moving, grinding, her dark hair spilling down her back as she rides him. The black top slips, a tease of what's underneath, her medium-sized breasts straining against the fabric. His hands hold her hips, guiding her rhythm, his dark hair and beard a stark contrast to her smooth skin. The dim light casts shadows on their bodies, making every movement seem more intimate, more forbidden.

Her breathing quickens, her body tensing, and you can feel your pulse racing in time with hers. Your hand is stroking harder now, the ache building. She dismounts slowly, turning away from him, giving you a glimpse of her ass in those black bottoms. He sits up, his eyes fixed on her as she walks out of frame. Your breath catches as you wonder what's next.

She disappears from view, but your mind is still on her body, the way she moved. The man remains seated, looking toward where she left. Your hand is still moving, the rhythm not stopping even though the action has. The tension builds, and you're left wondering what happened next.