In the land where sunbeams danced, two souls yearned for each other across vast distances. Their hearts, tethered by longing, faced the cruel shadow of separation. Unbeknownst to all, one carried the weight of a secret identity, a clandestine existe...
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A D I T Y A
The reason I teased her was simple—I wanted to heighten her arousal, to make her body completely ready, to ensure the experience was smooth and pleasurable for both of us. I knew it was her first time, and the last thing I wanted was for her to feel even an ounce of discomfort or pain. My only goal was to make her feel safe, loved, and cherished. I also knew that once she reached her first climax, her body would relax, allowing us to move forward without hesitation.
When I asked her what she wanted, her response caught me off guard. “Everything,” she said without a hint of doubt, her voice soft yet filled with unshakable confidence. It sent a surge of pride through me. She trusted me—completely.
In that moment, I couldn’t help but smile. She truly was my bad girl, bold and unafraid to voice her desires. She deserved the entire world, and I vowed to give her just that. Tonight, I’d start by showing her the stars, one after another, until she was utterly consumed by the pleasure I’d bring her.
"First, let me clean you with my tongue; then I'll move on to my fingers," I murmured, my voice low and teasing as I leaned closer. Without hesitation, I began exploring her, savoring her taste like I’d been parched for ages, each flick of my tongue drawing soft, trembling moans from her lips.
She tried to speak, her voice breathy and uneven. “And what about ahh—” The rest of her words were swallowed by a sharp gasp as I pinched her clit, her body arching in response. Her moan echoed in the room, soft yet filled with desperation, and I couldn't help but smirk at how responsive she was.
“About?” I asked, feigning innocence, my voice laced with a playful edge. I knew exactly what she wanted to say, but drawing it out made it all the more intoxicating.
“Umm… Oh my god,” she finally moaned, the words tumbling out in a rush just as I slid two fingers into her without any warning. Her body stilled for a moment, her eyes snapping open as she locked her gaze with mine. Her lips, slightly parted, seemed to plead silently, while her soft, heaving breaths sent waves of warmth against my skin.
She snapped her head up, her wide-open eyes locking deeply with mine, filled with a mix of surprise and longing. Her lips, slightly parted, seemed to beg silently for me to capture them, their softness too inviting to resist. Her chest rose and fell with each labored breath, her soft, sponge-like breasts moving tantalizingly with the rhythm of her anticipation.
Her reaction was utterly mesmerizing—her vulnerability, mixed with the raw, unrestrained desire in her eyes, was enough to make me want to lose myself in her. But I held back, resolute in my determination to make her feel everything, to push her to the brink of ecstasy. My fingers moved deliberately, tracing her warmth, coaxing and teasing, while her moans grew louder, more desperate, filling the air with their intoxicating melody.
