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Hers is more elaborate, jeweled, and intricate, fitting her larger-than-life personality perfectly.
I slip the mask over my face, feeling the soft fabric against my skin.
Mandy does the same, and for a moment, we lock eyes—two women hidden behind veils, ready to play our parts.
“Let’s do this,” she says, her voice muffled slightly by the mask but still carrying that unmistakable edge of excitement.
I step closer to her, my fingers find the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly, exposing the smooth skin beneath.
She mirrors my actions, her hands deftly unbuttoning my blouse, each button coming undone with a quiet pop.
Our movements are synchronized, a dance we’ve perfected over countless sessions.
Her touch is gentle yet assertive, guiding me as much as I guide her.
The fabric of our clothes falls away piece by piece, revealing more skin, more vulnerability.
Mandy whispers, her breath warm against my ear. “You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” I admit, my own hands moving to unclasp her bra. “But right now, it’s just us.”
“Good answer,” she murmurs, her voice tinged with approval.
We continue undressing each other, the barriers between us dissolving along with the layers of clothing.
The camera captures every motion, every glance, but in this moment, it's easy to forget it's even there.
The world outside fades away, replaced by the intimate bubble we’ve created.
Mandy’s lips close around my nipple, her tongue flicking against the sensitive skin.
A gasp escapes my throat, and I arch my back slightly, pressing into her mouth.
The camera whirls quietly in the background, capturing every intimate moment, but right now, all I can focus on is Mandy’s touch.
My hands slide down her back, feeling the curve of her spine beneath my fingertips.
Her breath is warm and rhythmic, sending shivers down my body.
She knows exactly how to draw out the pleasure, how to make me forget everything else.
For a moment, nothing exists but this connection between us, raw and electric.
“God, sweetheart,” I murmur, threading my fingers through her hair, my voice husky with need.
“Shh,” she whispers against my skin, her hand cupping my breast as she continues her ministrations. “Just feel.”
And I do. I let myself get lost in the sensations, the heat building between us, the way our bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle.
But even as I give in, there’s a part of me that remains distant, watching from the shadows. A part of me that knows this isn’t enough.
Mandy forces me down on the bed and opens up the bedside table drawer.
She snickers devilishly, pulling out a dildo and a vibrator.
She lowers her pussy over my face and I dive into her delicious folds.
It’s not long before the vibrator is turned on and she’s tracing circles around my clit, forcing my body to jerk in response.
