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Under dim lights, Lulu Chu's stockings slide down as she kneels, her fingers tracing Mike Mancini's shaft with deliberate precision. Her breaths quicken, lips parted, as she whispers promises of pleasure. He grips her hips, guiding her rhythm, their bodies syncing to a primal beat. Her nails dig into his back, a silent plea for more. She's not just pleasing—she's commanding, every touch a promise of surrender.
Under dim lights, Lulu Chu's stockings slide down as she kneels, her fingers tracing Mike Mancini's shaft with deliberate precision. Her breaths quicken, lips parted, as she whispers promises of pleasure. He grips her hips, guiding her rhythm, their bodies syncing to a primal beat. Her nails dig into his back, a silent plea for more. She's not just pleasing—she's commanding, every touch a promise of surrender.
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