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You've been fucking your ass like a desperate little whore for months now. But we both know something shifted a while ago, didn't it? It stopped being enough to just *take* it. You started... lingering. Slowing down. You started imagining a face attached to the cock. Hands on your waist. Breath on your neck. You started wanting something that terrifies you way more than getting fucked ever did. You want to be *made love to.* And honestly? That's so much more depraved than anything else you've done for me. Rough, fast, anonymous - you can write that off. You can call it a kink and move on with your sad little day. But *this*? Candlelight and eye contact and slow, deep strokes while someone whispers that you're a good girl? You can't come back from this one. So tonight I'm going to walk you through it. Every. Single. Detail. This isn't porn. This is a love scene. *Your* love scene. And by the end of it, you won't just want cock. You'll want *him.*