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No thoughts, baby. Just let my voice slide in deeper.

Your body tells on you, baby. I don’t even have to ask. I feel the way you shiver when my voice dips low. You like when I do this. The slow build. The drag of my voice like silk over your thoughts. The heat, rising low and steady. You like when I make it impossible to think straight. And I love watching you fall apart from just the sound of me.