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We didn't speak each other's language. She wanted to play this game as soon as she entered my office. We exchanged glances, and I was seized by the desire to explore every curve, every movement. The language of communication was limited, but our desire became a bridge connecting two bodies ready to experiment. Maybe she was just lying about not speaking my language, or maybe she deliberately wanted to do this here and now and found the best excuse to fulfill it. What did it matter if it was truly the best sex ever?