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I couldn't suppress the awkward grin spreading across my face as Master Stryker's rough, oil-slick finger traced slowly over my forehead during the anointing ritual. Every sense ignited under his commanding touch, awakening that raw, newfound desire surging from deep within me.
Once the infused oil coated my feet, his strong hand gripped my hardening cock, sealing my surrender. Kneeling before the towering, hung top, I gazed up at him, the primal instincts from my past hookups flooding back. Just like those intense sessions of an older dominant man claiming a eager younger bottom, I bent over willingly, giving in to our shared hunger.
