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The Thrill of Being Stared At From Across The Room

In the dimly lit room, she stood there, a vision of unadulterated desire and sensuality. Her tits were jiggling with each step, her nipples erect and inviting, begging to be touched. I felt my dick harden in my pants as my eyes locked onto hers.

Her hair was the color of moonlight, cascading down her back in a silky waterfall. She wore nothing but a skimpy thong that barely covered her pussy, leaving little to the imagination. It was glistening with wetness, begging for attention and penetration. The sight of it made me shiver involuntarily.

I could see her eyes scanning my body, taking in every inch, every muscle, every bulge. She licked her lips, sending a surge of desire through my entire being. I wanted her so bad that my heart was pounding like drums.

We moved closer, our eyes never leaving each other's. Our bodies brushed against one another as we danced around the room. My hand found its way to her ass, gripping it firmly. She moaned softly, encouraging me further.

I could feel her wetness seeping through her thong, coating my fingers. I slid them into her pussy, feeling how tight and hot she was. Her hands reached for my erection, rubbing it through my jeans with an intensity that left no doubt about her intentions.

We stumbled towards the bed, our lips locked in a passionate kiss. She pushed me down onto the mattress, straddling me and grinding herself against my hard cock. The feeling of her pussy grinding against me was almost too much to bear.

She reached into her bag next to the bed and pulled out a vibrator. Holding it up for me to see, she grinned wickedly before sliding it between her legs, teasing herself with slow movements. I watched mesmerized as it disappeared inside her, her moans echoing around the room.

She crawled back onto the bed, still wearing the thong but now also sporting a pair of handcuffs. Her eyes never left mine as she locked them behind her wrists, giving herself up completely to my control.

With a flick of her wrist, she released me from my pants and underwear, freeing my hard cock for her to devour. She took it into her mouth, sucking softly at first before increasing the pressure with each passing moment. I could feel my orgasm building rapidly within me, nearing its climax.

She pulled away suddenly, her eyes wide with anticipation. Without another word, she lowered herself onto me, impaling herself completely on my dick. We both let out a groan of pleasure as we found our rhythm together.

I reached down to squeeze her tits, feeling their weight in my hands as I pinched and twisted at the nipples. She arched her back, pushing even further onto me. Our movements became faster and harder until neither of us could take it anymore.

We came simultaneously, our bodies shaking with the force of our orgasms. As we lay there gasping for breath, I looked into her eyes once again. This time, instead of desire, all I saw was love - a bond forged through passion and pleasure. And as she gazed back at me, I knew that this moment would be etched in our memories forever.