1_THE SCRIPT OF SEDUCTION
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A soft moan escaped Stella's lips, stirring Michael's desire to continue their sensual dance. He suckle her n!pple more fervently, his right hand travelling deep inside her vag!na.
The sensation of her walls clenching around his fingers urged him to continue. He removed his mouth from her breast, raising his head to find her lips. Their kiss deepened, a passionate frenzy of tongues and lips, as if the world had melted away, leaving only the two of them lost in this swirling vortex of desire.
Stella held him so tight, as if she wanted to absorb him whole, her legs parting wider to allow his fingers to delve even deeper and freely inside her vag!na.
She reveled in the moment, urgently encouraging him to continue exploring every inch of her aching body.
"I love you... Please continue, I'm enjoying it so much," she whispered to Michael, her voice husky with need.
He lowered his head once more, finding her n!pple again, his gentle suckling drawing a breathless sigh from Stella. At this point, she was truly lost in the rising tide of sensation, the room itself seeming to honour their intense romance with a soft, golden glow.
Stella shifted, lowering herself to the bed, her dark hair falling like a silken curtain as she met his gaze. With a boldness that surprised even herself, she knelt before him, her fingers tracing the outline of his jeans. She unbuttoned them slowly, her gaze fixed on his eyes, pulling both his boxers and trousers down in one smooth motion.
She held his p***s with her right hand, her touch tentative yet eager, as she began to suckle it, drawing him deep into her mouth.
Michael groaned, his hands pressing her breasts softly, as he watched her, mesmerized by the sight of his lover pleasuring him so fervently.
After some charged moments, he pushed her gently down onto the bed and lay on top of her, guiding his p***s inside her v****a with a smooth, deliberate thrust.
They began to move together in a rhythmic intensity, their bodies synchronizing as if possessed by a higher power.
"F*ck me baby, fuck... You're so sweet!" Stella was whispering out loud, her words punctuated by soft gasps and moans.
Michael kept f*cking her until he c*m inside her, and they both collapsed exhausted on the bed, their chests heaving in unison.
But even as they lay there, sated and spent, Stella's eyes never left Michael's face, a hunger still burning within her, a need that refused to be quenched. She reached up, tracing the lines of his face, her touch soft and reverent.
"You're amazing, Michael," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm to his ears. "I could look at you forever."
Michael smiled, his fingers playing with her hair, his heart full to bursting. "You're incredible, Stella," he replied, his voice low and husky. "I never knew love could be so consuming, so all-encompassing."
They lay there, entwined in each other's arms, the world fading away until there was only the two of them, lost in the depths of their passion, their love, their everything.
Michael was instantly captivated by Stella’s beauty the moment she stepped out of the campus canteen. He approached her, ready to take his shot.
“Hi damsel, I’m Michael, a Mass Comm student, and I feel like starting my day with a beautiful angel like you,” Michael said smoothly.
Stella was equally mesmerized by Michael’s handsomeness; she could hardly imagine such a stunning-looking guy being her boyfriend, and she readily accepted him.
“I wouldn't mind if you came over to my place either today or tomorrow—let's have fun and get to know each other more.”
“Tomorrow,” Stella replied, offering him a smile and a wave as she left.
As she got to her apartment that day, she gushed to her roommate, Blessing, about this new man. Blessing was confused by the whole sudden affair.
“New boyfriend? Stella, you just broke up with Mark yesterday, and now you’re already in love with someone you just met today?”
Stella simply smiled, a secret glimmer in her eyes. “He’s different from Mark, Blessing, stop all this negative thinking, please.”
The next day, she arrived at Micheal’s doorstep, a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling within her. She’d dressed carefully, hoping to impress him. Michael opened the door and greeted her with a wide smile. He ushered her inside his well-decorated apartment.
As they engaged in conversation, Micheal gently cupped her face, his hand subtly tracing the curves of her breast.
What Stella didn't know was that Micheal, despite his charming exterior, was a notorious player, a master of seduction who moved quickly from one girl to another, leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake.
But in that moment, immediately after their passion, Stella drew Michael closer and kissed him again. She seemed utterly unsatisfied and wanted more of the intense connection they had just concluded minutes ago.
"Are you not tired? So you really want another round right now?" Michael asked with a playful smile on his lips.
"I don't want s*x anymore, all I want is for my man to romance me and make me feel loved," Stella whispered, before she continued kissing him deeply.
Michael lay back on the bed, his hand gently wrapped around her back as he let her kiss him and express herself to her heart's content.
But Stella seemed not to be giving up yet. Playfully, she climbed onto him and started feeding him with her soft breasts again. Slowly, yet undeniably, his p***s began to stir once more.
With a deliberate movement, she raised her hips and inserted his pen!s inside her p*ssy again. This time, she was on top of him, bouncing up and down with rhythmic intensity while Michael lay flat beneath her.
Stella pressed her full breasts against him as she f*cked, until Michael released for the second time.
She lay warmly on his body like that, until sleep took them both unawares.
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