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Watching sienna do that, brings his limp cock alive. He pulls back and tucks his cock into his brief. His talent in seduction toys with her emotions, along with her body. After all this time hating him, knowing he’s bad, she finds herself wanting that darkness to consume her. If she’s going to die, whether from a weak heart or the man before her, she wants to experience everything life has to offer. He’s etched his way into her mind, into her heart. So, she lets herself enjoy the fall. Down into the darkness, where he’s the one holding onto her.

A clutch of his hair, and his drowning mind into her pleasantness, understood, and her racing heart hammered more; burned, as his fingers crossed to her bare skin from her top, until, he felt her dominance, the slight lean back from his feet, but it was too maddening to let her be away from him, and as his hand pulled her back from her lower back, was her soft gasp; his heart only drummed, until, he found himself seated on the edge of the bed, as an abrupt detachment, and he found her standing between his legs; hovered, and damn alluring. Her hands on his bare shoulders; closer, as his eyes heated, gliding the glow of his wife in a hue of knocking light of the daylight, merging in the city-l

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Usually I'd sit and watch. I might even hoot and holler in encouragement when they stand up bound for a bedroom. The ones with a bit of shame usually give up then, but there are others, people who would rather die than not commit that bit of betrayal. I always view seduction as an art most employed by those who need a tug to convince. Whoever is being seduced is either too much of a wuss to actually go after what they want or cheating on someone who is already committed to them. A voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

The hurt, the hope, all of it. That’s the part that hit me hardest, I think. The intimacy wasn’t just in the sex. It was in the breaks. The sharing of water and grapes. The quiet conversations while her skin throbbed. Him telling her about his father. Her telling him about David. That’s the real seduction. Not the kisses or the physical stuff, but the deliberate, careful unraveling of your own defenses for someone, and having them handle those fragile parts with care.

How? Sex all her buttons: body, heart, mind and soul. How do you seduce a whore? This story suggests a spectacular date fucking her body, heart, mind and soul. There is a lot of sex here, in unusual settings. In this story, the hero is trying to firm up his emotional hold on a whore who acts as his spy. Thus far the relationship has involved mainly passive information gathering, but with her loyalty reinforced it could expand to active data gathering, planting false data and a potential for action, such as help in recruiting another spy.

She smiled coyly and deliberately licked her lips. Micah gulped, his breathing growing heavier. She rose with an air of seduction. After that, Sandra approached Micah and sat on his lap with her arms encircling his neck. "Micah…" she called out gently. At that moment, it was as if Micah was under a spell as he involuntarily reached out to hold Sandra's slender waist. Her delicate index finger traced circles on his chest, stirring an urge within him. Sandra looked up at Micah with an alluring gaze.

“Win this first hand, and you’ll have me at your mercy. You’ll get your revenge. Humiliate me completely. Take my body, and make your last memory of me one of your own pleasure.” I gave a soft sigh, allowing my lips to part. “My skills at cards are nothing compared to what I can do to you in bed. I’ve learned the art of seduction. You have no idea,” I whispered, “what I can do to you. A single hour with me will change your life.” My act was one hundred percent fraud, of course. Did I know the art of seduction? What a joke. I had no clue what I would do with a man in bed.

There, he discovered her perched on the counter, legs slightly parted, playfully swinging her panties with a single finger. Every woman harbors a seductive side within, and Serena knew she possessed a hidden allure. Yet, with Simon, who embodied a gentler, easygoing nature, she never felt the need to reveal that side. However, with this stranger looking at her with unabashed desire, Serena understood that it was time to unleash her inner temptress, to let him know she was up for the game.

Thea pressed on, bent on convincing him either with manipulation or seduction. Her gaze on him softened, clouding her eyes with sudden affection leering to the man opposite her with his figure towering above her. “You have to help me.” She whispered out softly, her palm moving up to touch him by his cheek, rubbing gently on it as she kept their gaze locked and further drawing him in into her beauty. The guy’s eyes weakened, leering over the female touching his cheek and wanting the warm palm to touch more places. He could not help the desire brewing at the depth of his heart, he was slowly falling into the seduction.