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He had studied me since our very first shoot, every inch of my body. I had been eagerly anticipating our meeting, already touching myself in anticipation. He caught me in the act His hands moved over me with hunger and determination, as if testing my reactions. In those moments, I felt completely under his control—his confidence and strength consumed me entirely. It wasn't just a physical touch; it was the sensation of total surrender and domination, something I neither could nor wanted...