Sally slowly freed the client's mouth, her fingers sliding from the nape of his neck to his chest before stopping just above his bulging trousers. With a measured movement, she unbuckled the belt, then lowered the zipper with deliberate slowness, savoring each tremor in his erection. It finally burst forth, heavy and throbbing, freed from the constraint of the fabric. Sally said nothing; she simply knelt very slowly between his thighs, her boots crunching softly against the floor as she settled. Her hands first framed the client's hips, and she let her warm breath brush against his hardened penis, enough to make him shiver, but not enough to satisfy him. Then, in a slow, controlled movement, she moved down—first a light kiss on the head, then a sliding of her lips that stretched around the thickness of his penis. She sinks in, millimeter by millimeter, her tongue mirroring each pulse, her throat opening gradually to receive him ever deeper. She doesn't stop. She goes lower and lower… until her nose almost touches the client's lower abdomen, until nothing more can enter. There, she pauses briefly, letting him feel the vibrant warmth of her throat. Then she begins long, slow strokes, deep and steady at first, each ascent tight, each descent even more inviting. Her hands follow the rhythm on her thighs, subtly guiding the pace, offering the client a perfect blend of domination and burning devotion.  The client still seated, panting, his thighs still parted from the intense fellatio he had just received, Sally slowly straightens up, her hands sliding down his torso and up to his shoulders. She moves forward with a slow, feline gait, her stiletto boots squeaking softly as she climbs onto him, her knees framing his hips. Facing him, her gaze locked on his, she lowers her miniskirt, which billows even higher under the pressure of his proudly erection. She leaves nothing to chance: her pelvis positions itself perfectly, slowly, controlling every millimeter. The client's glans first grazes the base of her penis, then slides toward her tight, burning intimacy. Sally guides the penetration herself: she tilts her pelvis slightly, holds her breath, and lets the client's penis enter her centimeter by centimeter, her anus closing around him in a hot, tight, throbbing embrace. The client lets out a strangled groan, his hands instinctively gripping Sally's hips, but she immediately pushes them away with a firm gesture—she's in control. Always her.She then slowly unbuttons her sheer blouse, button by button, until her plump, fake breasts are freed and she deliberately presses them against the client's chest to heighten his arousal. Her hard nipples rub against his shirt as she begins very slow, deliberate pelvic movements—deep, calculated undulations that slide the client's penis inside her with almost torturous precision. Each descent is a burning squeeze, each ascent a delicious wrenching sensation. She keeps the client in a state of maximum excitement: she undulates, contracts, arches her back, breathes on his neck, squeezes even tighter, until she feels his body tremble beneath her. The thrusts become more intense, tighter, more inevitable. The client grips Sally's thighs, completely overwhelmed by the heat, the pressure, her scent, and the sight of his erection swaying with every movement. He finally exploded in a violent, uncontrollable orgasm, his body arching beneath her as he emptied himself completely, trapped in her tight, dominant embrace. Sally continued to roll her hips for a few more seconds, savoring every last pulse of the pleasure she was wresting from him. Marc, sitting a few feet away, felt a burning admiration and pride for Sally… he hadn't missed a thing, every gesture, every expression, every tremor amplifying his pride and awakening in him a throbbing, almost painful desire for fascination. His heart pounded with every calculated movement, every knowing smile, every subtle touch. He silently savored Sally's sensual power and captivating confidence, admiring the magnetic effect she exerted on the space and on everyone around her, a voluptuous shiver running through his entire body as he watched her radiate like this. The black faux leather of her mini-skirt hugged her hips perfectly and accentuated her shapely legs, the sheer white blouse revealing the softness of her skin and the precise curve of her breasts, while the choker with its central ring accentuated her provocative and captivating allure. Her seamed stockings slid beneath the 12cm stiletto heels that elongated her legs and made each step shimmer with hypnotic sensuality, saturating the air with a presence that was both elegant and bewitching.The tension in the air around Marc became electric, his body reacting to Sally's mere presence. Attentive to every tremor, she moved slowly forward, capturing his every movement and electrifying the space like a sensual wave coursing through him. Every movement of her hands, every undulation of her hips, every tilt of her head seemed to vibrate deep within him, amplifying his admiration, his pride, and a burning, visceral desire, charged with an electric, almost unbearable sensuality. Sally moved even closer, her stiletto boots crunching softly on the floor, each step accentuating the fluidity and hypnotic grace of her movements. She knelt between his thighs with a calculated, bewitching slowness, her hands gliding over his legs with a sensual, lingering delicacy, as if to capture every fiber of his attention and distill it into arousal. Every gesture, every touch, every shift of her hips intensified the mixture of fascination, desire, and pride Marc felt for her, while his breath grew heavier and his breathing more labored, every fiber of his body vibrating in harmony with Sally's captivating and sensual aura. Marc felt his body react with renewed intensity, his breath quickening, his hands gripping the armrest, as Sally continued her approach, her measured and hypnotic gestures further amplifying the tension and sensuality that filled the room. Each touch, each pause, each exchanged glance heightened anticipation and sensory vertigo, saturating the room with a deliciously sensual, almost palpable tension, while Sally's mastery, grace, and captivating presence ignited his wonder and pride, making each moment even more electrifying and irresistible. Sally offered herself fully to Marc under the client's gaze, drawing closer with controlled audacity and radiant sensuality, her detailed and meticulous movements accentuating every curve and tension of her body. Her hands caressed his thighs and hips with calculated slowness, tracing precise and provocative touches, while her legs, stretched in her stiletto boots, slid and bent to accentuate her posture, the faux leather of her miniskirt shimmering with every movement. Her sheer blouse clung to the shape of her breasts, revealing the softness of her skin, and the choker with its central ring added a focal point to her captivating allure. The client, already enthralled, let out a hoarse, almost involuntary breath: "My God... she's incredible..." His voice vibrated with an admiration tinged with a desire he no longer even tried to conceal. His eyes followed every movement with feverish fixation, as if trying to absorb every detail, every touch, every living curve. When she leaned slightly forward, he breathed, lower, as if a confession wrenched from his own breath: “Go on… I… I’ve never seen a woman move like you…” Fascination almost suffocated him, and his voice trembled with contained excitement. Sally’s burning proximity, her offered hips trembling with anticipation, was now only a breath away from Marc’s lips… so close that Sally’s taut, assertive intimacy almost brushed against his face, a warm, dense presence that seemed to stretch time itself. The air between them grew almost hypnotically charged, as if each heartbeat resonated in the small space that still separated them. Marc ...

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