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He appeared from the shadows like a phantom that patrolled this place where she had been discarded by the men of her past. Huddled in the corner, an empty shell of her once confident self.He said, “Come with me, pet, I will lead you back into the light. You are a beautiful, sexual woman. I will help you find you again and more.”She was incredulous but intrigued by this specter. How could she possibly trust again? Why should she open herself to pain again?He talked of exploring her erogenous zones she had never known existed. Her deep crimson blush exposed her level of sexual experience.He talked of bringing her to climax by merely counting to ten, and her skepticism grew, as did the yearning deep in her center. He talked of treating her femininity like a precious jewelry box, with diamonds and pearls to be polished every day, multiple times per day. Gasping in disbelief, and from the immediate kaçak iddaa heat in her loins, she muttered an airy, “I could never do that.” But she found that both curiosity and arousal were growing so intense that each was undeniable.  One strong, masculine hand took her slender fingers and lifted her into the light. She offered no resistance. The other hand cupped her soft cheek gently and he said, “Will you let me lead you?”She could feel his strength, his energy vibrated between them. He was a real man, real flesh and blood, not a specter at all. And she could not deny her protruding nipples or the nectar flowing between her legs.“I could fail.”His fingers touched her chin as lightly as a snowflake touches the ground and lifted her head until their eyes met. “You could succeed.” Still looking deep into her deep chocolate eyes, “Will you let me lead you?”One blink to hold back kaçak bahis a tear, her long black lashes like feathers to whisk the drop away.He smiled proudly, stepped into her space, and in one smooth motion put his hand behind her neck and puller her into his arms, meeting her lips with his.It was a kiss of pride, anticipation, and thankfulness. But when he slipped his tongue in between her lips, the tone changed to a kiss of electricity, fervor, and sex. When she moaned softly in his mouth, he squeezed her tighter and ran his hands over her body.While still holding his lips on hers, he slipped his hand up the hem of her skirt and felt the lustful heat at her panties. He deftly moved her panties aside and ran a finger along her soaked slit, eliciting a louder moan from his new charge.He wasted no time finding the entrance to her holy grail and inserted two fingers. She tried to pull away, illegal bahis but he held her tight and kissed her deeper while starting a rhythmic incursion on her tunnel. Her resistance gave way to her contributing to the action, rocking on his fingers to the rhythm. Overcome by the stimulation, she pulled away from his lips and buried her face into his shoulder, screaming a muffled, “Yes, yes.”He continued until he felt her body seize in a pleasure like he knew she had never felt before. Then when she had slumped into his shoulder, he withdrew and held her tight. Kissing her hair, he said, “Yes indeed, Good Girl.”After a moment to recover, she asked, “Is this where you claim me or something?”In the kindest tone, he responded, “My dear, I do not claim. The gifts you have are not mine to take. They are yours to give as you come to trust me. Then I cherish them.”She pulled away from him slightly, searching and finding only sincerity in his eyes. She smiled slightly as the tear returned, and she nodded her head in affirmation.At that moment they both knew she was ready to give herself to him.

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