𝑨 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒕

🎊𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚅𝙸𝙸 Part I: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝🔪

NARRATOR'S POINT OF VIEW:

🔞 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔽𝕠𝕣 ℙ𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟠 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕘𝕖:

As the days passed and Poirot and Charlotte continued to practice their dance for Mrs. Van Schuyler's party, an undeniable tension grew between them. Each touch, each gesture, and each movement brought them closer, both physically and emotionally. The dance was no longer just a rehearsal; it had become an intimate exchange, where their eyes often met and lingered, and their lips came tantalizingly close as Poirot's arms encircled Charlotte's back, drawing her nearer with every step.

They found themselves lost in these moments, where the world around them faded into the background, and all that remained was the silent communication between their eyes and the rhythm of their hearts beating in unison. What had started as a simple dance had transformed into something more profound, more complex—a delicate balance of affection and unspoken desire.

The days melted into one another, with each practice session leaving them more entangled in their emotions. Then, on Thursday, the day before Mrs. Van Schuyler's party, something occurred between them—something that neither had anticipated, something they both had tried to keep at bay.

It was at night, when the two had just finished dinner, they had drunk too much, but they were still aware of what was happening. It all started with small touches, intertwined fingers, hands touching, then lips touching, tongues entering mouths, which were previously unknown, now known.

Poirot's hands touched Charlotte's legs, making her shudder and moan lightly in his ear, while her arms crossed around his neck. Poirot pressed passionate kisses to Charlotte's neck, face and lips.

After much kissing and forbidden touching, Charlotte was taken to Poirot's room in his arms, and then she was placed on the bed, while Poirot kissed his way to her belly, where he lifted his head, and began to take off her long stockings. After Poirot took off Charlotte's long stockings, he grabbed the band of her panties, and slowly removed them, until the panties fell to the floor, and Poirot approached her vagina and began to lick and suck her sensitive clitoris, while she spread her legs wider and put her hands in Poirot's hair.

He continued to lick and suck her sensitive spot, until Charlotte's orgasmic shaft hit her tip, making her legs tremble.

Then, Charlotte looked at Poirot, and said with a pleading tone, "Please...Please..."

Hercule Poirot: he then said, touching Charlotte's cheeks gently, "Please, what, mon chère?"

Charlotte: "Please....Fuck me...Fuck me like you've never done with a woman before, Hercule." said she, with eyes of pleading and desire.

He smiled, and began to take off his belt and then unbutton his pants, he took off his boxers, revealing his thick, straight member. Charlotte blushed when she looked at his genital member. He then positioned himself between her legs slowly, while Charlotte felt pain and at the same time, a pleasure that she had never felt before.

When she had gotten used to his genital member, Poirot began to thurst his penis inside her vagina, in and out, while Charlotte crossed her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She moaned loudly, as he thrust hard, with each of her moans.

So, they continued with the passionate and desperate kisses, with the affectionate and loving touches, the strong thrusts and the moans of love.

Charlotte, she was over the moon, everything seemed like a dream. She loved how Poirot was touching her, how he was making her body tremble with every touch, with every kiss.