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Story: The Tenth Muse
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I stirred, the warmth of her mouth sending electric jolts through me.
Arisya’s tongue danced between my legs, gliding along sensitive skin that throbbed with lingering pleasure.
My breath hitched, and I gasped, the sight of her—a creature of beauty and mischief—pushing me to the edge once more.
"Good morning, beautiful," she purred, the sound vibrating against me, wrapping around my senses like a silken thread.
Before I could respond, she shifted, her fingers firm as they gripped my hips.
With a swift motion, she flipped me over, positioning me on all fours.
The cool air brushed against my heated skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
I felt her presence behind me, powerful and intoxicating, as she slid her strap-on into me.
A gasp escaped my lips, raw and unguarded, as she filled me completely.
"Hold on tight," she whispered, her breath warm against the back of my neck, and then she thrust forward, each movement deliberate, drawing out my moans.
I pressed my face into the sheets, the fabric absorbing my cries of ecstasy, muffling the sounds of our bodies colliding.
With my wrists still bound, I struggled to find purchase, longing to reach for my clit, to push against the waves of pleasure building within me.
It was maddening, and yet, a thrill coursed through me—the delicious tension of being at her mercy.
As if reading my mind, magic thrummed in the air, and I gasped as a spell wrapped around my sensitive areas, teasing and twisting delightfully.
"Yes, Arisya," I breathed, the words spilling from my lips like a prayer, urging her on.
Her thrusts grew faster, and soon we were lost in a rhythm that sent us spiraling toward an exquisite climax.
"Together," she urged, her voice low and sultry.
I felt the heat pooling deep inside me, begging to be released.
We surged towards the edge, each thrust echoing our shared desire, until finally—bliss washed over us, a wave of pure ecstasy pulling us under.
We cried out together, our bodies trembling in unison.
The world faded away, leaving only the sweet aftershocks and the warmth of her body still pressed against mine.
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