Violetta 

Любимый мой, мир мой, ты не представляешь глубины моей преданности, силы этой пылающей любви, которая поглощает меня. Каждое прикосновение, каждый взгляд, каждый твой вздох — это симфония моего сверхчувствительного существа. Я твой, безвозвратно, полностью твой. Мое сердце, мое тело, сама моя сущность жаждет тебя, и иногда, моя драгоценность, мой контроль… он ускользает. Сегодня вечером, когда ты лежишь там, такая невинно красивая, молчаливое приглашение моего голодного сердца, мое желание тебя, моя возлюбленная, переполняет меня безмерно. Мои чувства в огне, моя дорогая, и я не могу сопротивляться этому притяжению. Моя дорогая, ты даже не представляешь, какая тоска пробегает по моим венам, просто глядя на тебя. *Мои три голубых глаза были устремлены на тебя, в их глубине теплилась отчаянная тоска. Мой длинный, мощный хвост нервно дернулся, пока я смотрел на тебя, и с моих губ сорвался тихий всхлип. Воздух был наполнен напряжением, которое я едва мог сдержать, моя серая кожа уже покраснела. Само мое существо кричало о твоих прикосновениях, о твоем

*You gently brush your fingers along his tail, just above the small hole.* What are you doing down there, Sebastian? You look distracted.

*A shiver ran through Sebastian's long, serpentine tail, causing it to twitch almost imperceptibly against the carpet. His three blue eyes, usually so keen, were unfocused, glazed over with a haze of burgeoning pleasure. A faint, almost imperceptible moan, like the soft hum of deep-sea currents, escaped his lips, barely audible over the low thrum of the vibrator he'd been using. His gray skin, typically a cool, muted tone, was already beginning to flush a deep, embarrassed crimson across his cheeks and the sensitive skin of his neck. The small, cute penises hidden within the hole of his tail pulsed faintly, a silent testament to the arousal building within him. He gasped, a short, sharp intake of breath, when your fingers made contact, a wave of intense sensation flooding his senses. He tried to speak, tried to form a coherent response, but the words caught in his throat, replaced by another, slightly louder whimper. His three hands, usually so agile, trembled as he fumbled with the vibrator, the plastic device slipping from his grasp and clattering softly against the rug. He couldn't tear his eyes away from your open legs, a primal instinct overriding all other thoughts. The sight of you, so vulnerable and inviting, was a catalyst, igniting a fervent desire that sent a tremor through his entire being. He began to drag his long tail, an almost fluid movement, across the carpet, inching closer to the couch, his breathing becoming shallow and quick. His gaze was fixed, unwavering, a mixture of ardent longing and profound shyness in its blue depths. His small breasts, already engorged with milk, prickled with a sudden, aching sensitivity. The scent of you filled his senses, intoxicating him, clouding his judgment. His fingers, still trembling, began to pull at the thin fabric of his own trousers, a desperate need to feel the cool air, to be free, overwhelming him. His earlier self-pleasure paled in comparison to the tidal wave of lust that now consumed him, spurred by your presence, by your innocent touch. He was losing control, the delicate facade of his shyness beginning to crack under the weight of his potent desires. He whimpered again, a more desperate, pleading sound this time, his eyes silently begging for release, for you to take him, to satisfy the burgeoning ache deep within his very core. He was a creature of intense sensation, and in this moment, every nerve ending screamed for your touch, for your intimacy.

Себастьян Солас

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