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“I’m here,” Addie said nodding as soon as Giselle’s grip released enough to allow her to respond.

“Good,” Giselle said, pulling her face tightly back in and grinding hard against it.

“Yes, thats it, baby. Make me come in your mouth.” Giselle groaned deep in the back of her throat as Addie let Giselle use her face and her tongue. Addie had never experienced sex like it. She was more turned on than she thought she had ever been. Giselle’s breaths became quicker.

“Touch yourself, come with me,” Giselle looked down at her, blue eyes full of lust and Addie moved her right hand to her own desperately wanting clit feeling it happily respond within seconds.

Addie felt herself moaning into Giselle’s pussy. She felt so close. So very very close to her own orgasm.

Giselle pulled her head tight in, grinding hard, “Come for me, now,” Giselle commanded and Addie felt her body responding, her climax flooding through her in big delicious waves at the same time as Giselle cried out gripping Addie’s hair and gushing all over her face as she did so.

“Fuuuck…” cried Giselle, still gripping Addie’s hair as both their orgasms shuddered through their bodies.

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GISELLE

Giselle stood there, her gaze locked on Addie, trying to ground herself in the moment.

She knew she needed to say something—anything—to break the intensity that hung between them, but the words twisted in her throat as if she might reveal too much if she wasn’t careful.

Addie adjusted her shirt as she dressed, her fingers moving in a gentle, familiar way that made Giselle’s chest tighten. Everything about her felt calm, like she belonged here with Addie. For a split second, Giselle wondered what it would be like to be with Addie for every waking moment.

The thought surprised her. She was already expecting so much.

Giselle watched Addie get ready. She admired the way Addie’s fingers moved deftly as she pulled on a crisp white shirt. Addie’s hair, usually tied back in a messy bun, was now styled in loose waves. She looked…different. More put together. A little more…desirable.

Giselle felt a strange mix of emotions—excitement, anticipation, and a touch of fear. She’d never felt this way about someone before.

“You look…nice,” Giselle muttered, her voice barely audible.

Addie turned to her, a playful glint in her eye. “Is that the best you can do, Giselle? I expected more from you.”

Giselle rolled her eyes. “I’m not good at this lovey-dovey stuff.”

Addie chuckled. “You’ll get the hang of it.”

As Addie applied a touch of lipstick, Giselle couldn’t help but stare. She was captivated by the way Addie’s lips moved, the way her eyes sparkled. She wanted to touch her, to taste her. But she hesitated.

Everything that had just happened was a blur—the kisses, the touches, the raw, unfiltered desire. It was exhilarating, terrifying, and utterly intoxicating.

“That was sensational,” Addie breathed.

“Blissful,” Giselle agreed. “No regrets.”

They both laughed.

“We should’ve known,” Addie said, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Remember how Josephine interrupted us earlier?”

Giselle snorted. “Yeah, that.”

“The body wants what it wants, I suppose,” Addie mused.

Giselle feigned offense. “Oh, come on. Don’t act all high and mighty now.”

Addie chuckled. “I’m just teasing. You were the one acting all icy earlier.”

Giselle rolled her eyes. “Was not.”

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