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"If you touch me," I warn him sternly, looking up into his desperate eyes, "I'll leave."

"Fuck" He swears harshly under his breath but nods in understanding. His hands grip the table again.

I take him back into my mouth slowly, savoring the feel of him filling me. I move at my own pace, drawing out each moment as if it were a dance between us. His breathing grows heavier with every stroke of my tongue and lips.

Each time I take him deep into my throat, a wave of satisfaction washes over me. The taste of him on my tongue and the sounds he makes—each moan and gasp—fuel a fire within me.

I draw back slightly, then take him deeper again, relishing in the way he struggles to keep himself from touching me. My movements are deliberate and slow; each motion designed to keep him teetering on the edge without allowing release.

His ragged breaths fill the room as I continue to work him with my mouth and tongue.

I can feel a growing sense of pleasure within myself as well. It’s a heady combination of control and desire that makes every moment electric. The more he writhes under my touchless command, the more empowered I feel.

I take him into my mouth again, this time with urgency. I want to push him to the brink as quickly as possible. My head bobs up and down with fervor, and I use my hand to stroke the base of his shaft in time with my mouth. Virgilio's moans grow louder, more desperate, and I can feel him getting closer with each passing second.

His hips begin to thrust slightly, meeting my movements, and his breathing becomes erratic. Just when I sense he's on the verge of losing control, I pull back abruptly, letting his dick slip from my mouth.

"Zoe," he groans.

"Don’t," I whisper firmly, standing up and pulling him towards the bed. He follows me obediently, his eyes locked onto mine.

I sit him down on the edge of the bed and take a step back. Slowly, deliberately, I begin to remove my clothes. My fingers unbutton my blouse one by one, revealing the lacy bra underneath. Virgilio's eyes widen with desire as he watches me. His cock twitches visibly, straining for attention.

I let my blouse fall to the floor and then slide my skirt down over my hips, kicking it aside. Standing before him in just my bra and panties, I see the hunger in his eyes grow even more intense.

Reaching behind me, I unclip the bra and let it fall away, exposing my breasts to his gaze. His cock twitches again, and a low groan escapes his lips. Finally, I slip off my panties and stand completely bare before him.

With a deliberate slowness that drives him wild, I straddle his lap and wrap my legs around his waist. I position myself over him, rubbing my wet pussy against his hard length.

Virgilio's head falls back in a groan of pure pleasure. His hands grip the bed tightly on either side of him as he struggles to maintain control. The friction between us is electric, sending waves of pleasure through my body with every movement.

I keep rubbing against him, feeling the slickness of my arousal coating his shaft. The sensation is intoxicating; each glide sends sparks of ecstasy through me. His breaths come in short gasps now; each one accompanied by a soft moan that only heightens my own pleasure.

I lean in closer until our foreheads touch; our breaths mingling in heated anticipation.

The need inside me becomes unbearable. I reach down, wrapping my fingers around his hard length, feeling the heat radiate from him. I guide him to my entrance, pausing for a moment to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark with desire, and it fuels my own hunger.

Slowly, I sink down onto him, inch by inch. The sensation of him stretching me is overwhelming, and a moan escapes my lips. My body trembles as I take him deeper, savoring every moment. Once he's fully inside me, I hold our position, letting the feeling wash over me.

I lean in and capture his lips with mine, kissing him deeply. Our tongues dance together, the kiss full of raw need and passion. His hands hover near my hips but don't touch.

When I finally pull away from the kiss, I begin to move slowly. Each rise and fall sends waves of pleasure through me, and I can't help but moan at the sensation.

Virgilio's mouth finds my nipples, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. The pleasure is almost too much to bear.

I pull back slightly, panting. "What did I say about touching?" My voice is breathless but firm.

He releases my nipple with a reluctant sigh, his hands returning to grip the bed tightly. "Sorry," he mutters.

I continue to ride him, my movements becoming more urgent as the pleasure intensifies. Each thrust brings us closer to the edge, our breaths mingling in desire.

The sensation is too much; I can barely move. Every nerve in my body feels electrified, and the pleasure is almost taking over my senses. "Fuck me," I manage to whisper, my voice breathless and needy.

Virgilio's eyes darken as his hands immediately go to my waist, gripping me firmly. He starts helping me move up and down, his strength guiding my movements as we find a rhythm together.

His mouth finds my nipples again, taking one into his mouth and sucking gently. I moan loudly and tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him close as he continues to worship my breasts with his lips and tongue.

Our movements become more frantic, more desperate. His grip on my waist tightens, and he starts moving me faster, driving himself deeper inside me with each thrust. The friction between us is perfect.

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