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Seductive Strokes - part 2
You’re lying on your back on Isolde’s art table, your heart pounding in your chest as you stare up at her. She stands over you, smoking a cigarette, the smoke curling around her like a lover’s caress. Her eyes are locked on yours, and you can see the hunger in them.
Isolde takes a long drag from her cigarette, and then leans down to blow the smoke into your mouth. You close your lips around hers, inhaling deeply as the sweet taste of tobacco fills your senses. Your tongues dance together, exploring each other’s mouths with a newfound intimacy.
As you kiss, Isolde trails her fingers down your chest, teasingly circling your nipples through your shirt. You arch your back, pressing yourself against her touch, and she laughs softly. “I can see you like that,” she murmurs, her voice low and sultry.
She unbuttons your shirt slowly, one button at a time, her eyes never leaving yours. When your shirt is open, she runs her fingers lightly over your breasts, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Your nipples harden under her touch, and you moan softly as she teases them through your bra.
Isolde leans down again, this time capturing one of your nipples between her lips. She sucks gently at first, and then with increasing pressure, causing waves of pleasure to course through your body. You wrap your fingers in her short, spiky hair, holding her close as she continues to tease and torture your sensitive flesh.
As Isolde works her magic on your breasts, you can’t help but notice the bulge in her pants. Your eyes wander down her body, taking in the curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts beneath her shirt. You reach out to touch her, but she catches your hand and holds it above your head.
“Not yet,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of your ragged breathing. “I want to enjoy this for a while longer.”
You nod, unable to speak as she continues her ministrations. Your body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. Isolde’s hands and mouth are everywhere, exploring your body with a skill that leaves you breathless.
Eventually, she releases your hand and stands up, unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her own perfect breasts. Her nipples are hard and erect, and you can’t resist reaching out to touch them. She gasps as your fingers make contact, her eyes closing in pleasure.
You lean up to kiss her again, your lips meeting hers with a fierce intensity. Your tongues tangle together, and you can taste the smoke from her cigarette on her lips. It’s intoxicating, and you find yourself craving more of it.
Isolde breaks the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “I want to see you,” she says, her voice hoarse with desire. She unzips your jeans and pushes them down your legs, along with your underwear. You lift your hips to help her, and then lie back on the table, completely exposed.
She runs her fingers up your thighs, pausing at the apex of your legs. Your breath catches in your throat as she traces the outline of your wetness with her fingertip. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispers, her voice filled with wonder.
Isolde leans down and kisses you again, her tongue delving deep into your mouth as her fingers explore your folds. You moan into her mouth, your hips bucking against her touch as she teases and torments your swollen clit.
With a final flick of her thumb, you come apart in her hands, crying out her name as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. She holds you close, her fingers still buried inside you as you ride out the last tremors of your orgasm.
As your breathing returns to normal, Isolde stands up and removes her pants, revealing a pair of black lace panties that are soaked through with desire. You reach out to touch her, but she steps back, shaking her head.
“Not yet,” she says, her voice firm. “I want you to watch.”
She reaches into her pocket and retrieves another cigarette, lighting it with a practiced flick of her lighter. She takes a long drag, the tip glowing brightly in the dimly lit room. And then, she lowers herself onto the table, spreading her legs wide as she exhales a cloud of smoke into the air.
Isolde begins to touch herself, her fingers slipping inside her panties to stroke her swollen flesh. Her eyes are locked on yours, and you can see the desire burning in them as she pleasures herself.
You watch, transfixed, as she brings herself closer and closer to the edge. And then, with a final moan, she comes apart, her body shuddering with pleasure as she cries out your name.
As the last tremors of her orgasm subside, Isolde stands up and takes your hand, helping you off the table. She pulls you close, wrapping her arms around you as you both catch your breath.
“That was … incredible,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of your racing heart.
Isolde nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Yes,” she says simply. “It was.”