Whispers in the Night

In the dead of night, a figure cloaked in darkness stealthily made their way up the creaky staircase. Their heart raced, palms slick with sweat, as they approached the door at the end of the hallway. It was time.

Gently, they turned the doorknob, easing the door open without a sound. The room was illuminated only by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. The figure’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, taking in the form of the woman lying in the bed.

She was a sight to behold, her curly hair splayed out across the pillow, her chest rising and falling with each breath. The figure approached, their steps light and silent. As they reached the bedside, they couldn’t help but let their eyes wander over her body.

She stirred, her eyes fluttering open. For a moment, she seemed disoriented, but then her gaze met the figure’s. A slow smile spread across her face as she extended a hand, beckoning them closer.

The figure didn’t need a second invitation. They climbed into the bed, pressing their body against hers. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other’s mouths.

The figure’s hands roamed over her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts. They teased her nipples, pinching and twisting them until she moaned into their mouth.

Breaking the kiss, the figure began to plant soft kisses along her jawline, down her neck, and across her collarbone. She arched her back, her breath hitching as their lips reached the sensitive skin of her breasts.

The figure took one nipple into their mouth, swirling their tongue around it before biting down gently. She gasped, her fingers digging into the figure’s back. They repeated the process on her other nipple, eliciting another gasp of pleasure.

Desire pooled in the figure’s core as they trailed their lips down her stomach, their fingers following the path their mouth had taken. They reached her hips, their thumbs hooking into the waistband of her underwear.

She lifted her hips, allowing the figure to slide her underwear down her legs. They tossed them aside, their eyes taking in the sight of her glistening pussy.

The figure didn’t hesitate. They dove between her legs, their tongue darting out to taste her. She tasted sweet and musky, the taste of her arousal driving the figure wild.

They lapped at her clit, flicking it with their tongue until she was writhing beneath them. Their fingers found her entrance, slick with her arousal. They slid one finger inside her, then two, curling them to brush against her G-spot.

She cried out, her hips bucking as she came undone. The figure continued to lap at her, drawing out every last tremor of her orgasm.

When she had finally stilled, the figure climbed back up the bed, their body pressing against hers. She wrapped her arms around them, pulling them closer.

The figure’s cock was hard and aching, pressed against her thigh. She reached down, gripping it firmly in her hand. She stroked it, her grip tightening as she guided it towards her entrance.

The figure thrust into her, filling her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into the figure’s back. They set a steady pace, their hips moving in time with hers.

Soon, they were both lost in the rhythm of their lovemaking. The figure’s cock slid in and out of her, each thrust eliciting a gasp or moan from her lips.

Their bodies moved together, slick with sweat and arousal. The figure could feel another orgasm building within her, her muscles clenching around their cock.

They thrust deeper, harder, chasing her release. She cried out, her nails digging into the figure’s back as she came again. The figure followed her over the edge, their cock twitching inside her as they emptied themselves into her.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent. She wrapped her arms around them, her breath warm against their neck.

The figure couldn’t help but smile. They had done it. They had seduced her, taken her to heights of pleasure she had never known.

As they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, the figure knew one thing for certain. This was just the beginning.

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