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In a dimly lit dance studio, a slender Asian ballerina stretches gracefully at the barre. Her instructor, a seasoned man with a keen eye, approaches her from behind. His hands, rough with experience, slide up her thighs, lingering on the curves of her thighs as she rises onto her tiptoes. The ballerina’s breath hitches, but she maintains her poise, allowing his touch to linger. As the lesson progresses, his fingers trace the edge of her leotard, teasing the soft skin beneath. The tension builds as his hands explore her body, igniting a fire within her that demands more. The studio fills with the whisper of silk and the rhythm of breath as they move together, the boundaries of propriety blurred by desire.
