𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 [peso pluma]

16

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As Hassan carefully wiped away the last trace of frosting from her face, he stood between her legs, the countertop offering a comfortable support. Placing his hands on either side of her, he created an intimate enclosure that had Celine's heart racing.

He stared at her with an intensity that made her blush and instinctively cast her gaze downward. The proximity of their bodies, the electrifying connection they shared, made the room feel charged with a palpable tension. Celine could feel the heat of his presence, the magnetic pull he had on her.

In those moments, beneath his penetrating gaze, Celine felt vulnerable yet secure. The raw emotions, the unspoken desires, swirled in the air around them, creating an atmosphere of quiet intensity. It was as if the world beyond the bathroom door had faded away, leaving only her and Hassan, lost in a world of their own, where time seemed to slow, and every breath held the promise of something deeper, something profound.

Celine couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, what might come next in this tender and intimate moment they found themselves in.

She hummed as she gazed into Hassan's eyes, her curiosity piqued. She tried to figure out the thoughts that played behind his sultry stare, but he seemed intent on keeping them to himself. His response was a simple, "Nothing," but his actions spoke louder than words. A subtle lick of his lips was the only movement that revealed something more profound was stirring in his mind.

Hassan's hand embarked on a sensual exploration of Celine's body, beginning at her waist and trailing down to her thigh. He squeezed her thigh gently, letting the possessive gesture linger in the air. Leaning in, he traced the nape of her neck with his warm breath, sending shivers racing down her spine. His soft, tender kisses and nibbles painted a path of sensations that made her gasp and clutch the edge of the counter.

"Mmm, Hassan... We should get back out there," Celine murmured, her voice a delicate plea. Hassan's response was to suck on her neck, leaving her breathless and yearning for more. He gave her thigh a firm squeeze, signaling his reluctance to let go of this intimate moment.

He whispered seductively, "They don't care. It's fine."

Celine gently pushed him away, her heart still racing, "C'mon, it's your birthday party, you can't just ditch it."

Hassan sighed and rolled his eyes, though the longing in his gaze was unmistakable. He relented, but not without a playful whine and pout. "Celineeee." She took his hand and led him out of the bathroom, but not before she teasingly leaned in so their lips could connect once more.

Celine pulled away, leaving Hassan chasing after her for more. Their lips parted, and Celine opened the bathroom door and took a step backward. Hassan couldn't resist and followed her, he closed the gap between them, his grip on her waist firm as he pressed his swollen lips to hers once again.