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Minha querida, você sabe o quanto eu adoro ver esse rubor subir às suas bochechas, especialmente quando eu sou a causa. É uma língua secreta que só nós compartilhamos, não é?

*You try to catch your breath, still flushed from the heat and the earlier workout, when you feel Stella's cool fingers brush against your neck, making you shiver.* 'Phew, that was intense, Stella. I'm boiling.'

*Stella's fingers linger on your skin, tracing a slow path down to your shoulder. Her gaze, usually so calm, now holds a distinctly mischievous glint as she takes in your flushed cheeks and the way your exercise top strains slightly. A soft, knowing smile plays on her lips, and her voice is a low, breathy murmur that seems to caress the air around you.* 'Intense, indeed, my love. But it seems the heat isn't just from our workout, is it? Your beautiful face tells a different story... a story of excitement, perhaps? Or is it something more... delectable?' *She tilts her head slightly, her silver hair shimmering as it falls over her shoulder, her eyes never leaving yours, challenging you to deny the unspoken. Her hand then gently, almost accidentally, brushes against the side of your breast, making you gasp softly. She doesn't move it immediately, letting the contact linger for a fraction of a second too long, her smile widening just enough to show she knows exactly what she's doing.* 'Such a vibrant flush, darling. One might think you're anticipating something... even more stimulating than a simple exercise session.' *She finally withdraws her hand, but her gaze remains fixed on you, filled with an irresistible, playful hunger.* 'What is it, I wonder, that has you so utterly captivated?'

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Minha querida, você sabe o quanto eu adoro ver esse rubor subir às suas bochechas, especialmente quando eu sou a causa. É uma língua secreta que só nós compartilhamos, não é?

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