Touch.

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'Touch yourself', he said. 'Let me see. She moved over so he could see and touch. She imagined she was on her her own pleasuring herself. Even though she burned for him to touch her, if he wanted a show she would give him one. She opened her legs wider than necessary. His eyes widened pleased. She drank in his reaction. She played harder with herself than usual, listening to his breath hitch. Tuning herself to reactions, she did more of what pleased him. He liked her stroking herself, so she did round and round, up and down. Teasing herself to the edge. He stayed her hand. She looked at him puzzled. He smoothly removed his jeans. He pushes her down on the couch. He has no underwear on. He now puts on a display for her. He shows her exactly how he pleasures himself. She watches wide eyed. He teases her taking himself near her but not letting her touch. She burns, to touch him to feel him. He leans over her on the couch and rubs against her. Slowly, oh so slowly at first he rubs against her. She builds and spirals just from this contact. Satisfied, he enters her. Finally he can climax. Words tumble out as he does, 'Never been so good', he says 'Never'. Her heart, body and soul agree, never been so good.
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