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Emma remained in her restrained position for some time, experiencing repeated waves of pleasure in front of Bright, who watched with a satisfied expression.
He sat back, his hands folded, observing her with a sense of contentment. Emma began to show signs of fatigue and a willingness to accept whatever came next.
Satisfied with his handiwork, Bright stepped back, leaning against the table to watch. A smile of deep satisfaction played on his lips.
"Look at you, Emma," he murmured, his voice dripping with admiration. "You're so wet. So drenched." Bright gazed down at the fluid of her pleasure spilling down her thighs and legs with a demeaning stare, his eyes dark with desire.
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