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HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU FOUND OUT THAT MICHAEL SHANNON WAS FRED IN THE MOVIE GROUNDHOG DAY

♠️_Tu sei creazione

Sei il mio inizio e la mia fine

La scintilla del mio esistere

Sei la meraviglia che mi sconvolge il cuore

Il battito animale pulsante che mi stringe a se divorandomi la carne 🖤🌹

©️ Licaonia Lupe

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Love's Audience

In the heart of Paris, in a charming apartment on the rue des Martyrs, Vivienne and Camille had just finished dinner. The scent of rosemary and garlic still lingered in the air, mingling with the soft lavender breeze wafting in from the open balcony door. Vivienne, a 30-year-old curvy redhead with emerald eyes, was tidying up the kitchen while Camille, her wife of three years, a 32-year-old slim blonde with striking blue eyes, was sprawled on the chaise, flipping through a magazine.

"You know, I've been thinking," Camille began, her eyes peeking over the magazine, "we should take that trip to Cinque Terre this autumn. What do you think?"

Vivienne smiled, drying her hands on a towel. "I think that's a wonderful idea. We could use a little Italian escapade."

Camille put the magazine down, her eyes now fully focused on Vivienne. "You know what else I think?"

Vivienne raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on her lips. "What's that, love?"

"I think you're incredibly sexy when you do those mundane things like washing dishes," Camille said, her voice dropping to a sultry purr.

Vivienne laughed, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks. "Is that so?"

"Mm-hmm," Camille replied, getting up from the chaise and walking towards Vivienne. "Especially when you're wearing that little black dress."

Vivienne bit her lip, her heartbeat quickening as Camille approached her. "You like this old thing?" she asked, feigning nonchalance.

"I love it," Camille murmured, her hands finding Vivienne's hips. "And I love you."

Vivienne wrapped her arms around Camille's neck, her fingers playing with the soft blonde hair at the nape. "I love you too, Camille."

Their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss. Camille's hands moved from Vivienne's hips to her back, pulling her closer. Vivienne parted her lips, inviting Camille's tongue to dance with hers. They kissed deeply, passionately, their bodies pressed against each other.

Camille's hands roamed Vivienne's body, tracing her curves over the fabric of her dress. She moaned softly into Vivienne's mouth as her hands found the zipper at the back of the dress, slowly pulling it down. Vivienne shivered as the cool air hit her bare skin, her nipples hardening under the thin fabric of her bra.

As they kissed Vivienne opened her eyes a little and saw a shadow move in the building across the narrow street. The buildings were so close that she could clearly see a man, Marcel, who had moved in a few weeks ago. He was standing at his window, his eyes fixed on them. She could see the gleam in his dark eyes, the way his jaw was slightly open, his breath coming in quick puffs. She knew he was watching them, and it sent a thrill through her.

Camille, oblivious to their audience, slipped Vivienne's dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her lips moved from Vivienne's mouth to her neck, kissing and nibbling the soft skin. Vivienne moaned, her head falling back, her eyes locked on Marcel. She reached behind her back, unhooking her bra. Marcel's eyes widened as her full breasts spilled out, her pink nipples hard and begging for attention.

"You're so beautiful, Vivienne," Camille murmured, her hands cupping Vivienne's breasts, her thumbs circling the hard nipples. Vivienne moaned, arching her back, pushing her breasts further into Camille's hands. She could see Marcel's hand moving in his pants, and it sent a rush of heat between her legs.

"Why don't we take this to the bedroom?" Camille whispered, her lips moving to Vivienne's collarbone.

"No," Vivienne said, her voice breathy. "I want you to fuck me right here, Camille."

Camille looked at her, surprise and lust warring in her eyes. "Right here?" she asked, her voice thick with desire.

"Mm-hmm," Vivienne replied, her hands moving to Camille's shirt, unbuttoning it quickly. "I want you to fuck me right here, right now."

Camille's shirt joined Vivienne's dress on the floor, followed quickly by her bra. Vivienne's hands moved to Camille's breasts, squeezing them gently, her thumbs flicking the hard nipples. Camille moaned, her head falling back.

Vivienne took the opportunity to look at Marcel. He had pulled out his cock, a thick, hard rod that he was stroking slowly, his eyes never leaving them. She licked her lips, turning her attention back to Camille.

Her hands moved to Camille's pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down along with her underwear. She stepped back, her eyes roaming over Camille's naked body.

"Fuck, you're sexy," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Camille smiled, stepping out of her pants and kicking them to the side. She pulled Vivienne back into her arms, their naked bodies pressing against each other. She kissed Vivienne deeply, her hands roaming over her body, tracing her curves, squeezing her ass.

Vivienne moaned into the kiss, her hands tangled in Camille's hair. She could feel Camille's hard nipples pressing against hers, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to her pussy.

Camille's hand moved between Vivienne's legs, her fingers finding the wet folds. She rubbed gently, her fingers circling Vivienne's hard clit. Vivienne moaned, her hips bucking against Camille's hand.

"You're so wet, baby," Camille murmured, her voice thick with lust.

"All for you, love," Vivienne replied, her voice breathy. She looked over at Marcel, his hand moving faster on his cock, his eyes glued to them.

Camille slipped a finger into Vivienne's pussy, her thumb continuing to circle her clit. Vivienne moaned, her hips moving in time with Camille's hand. She could feel the pleasure building, her body tensing.

"More, Camille," she begged, her voice thick with need. "Give me more."

Camille slipped another finger into Vivienne's pussy, her fingers moving faster, harder. Vivienne moaned, her body on fire. She looked over at Marcel, his hand moving in time with Camille's fingers. The sight of him pleasuring himself while watching them sent a rush of heat through her. She wanted to give him a show, to make him come undone just from watching them.

She pulled away from Camille, turning around and bending over the chaise. She looked back at Camille, a sultry smile on her lips.

"Fuck me, Camille," she said, her voice thick with desire. "Fuck me hard."

Camille's eyes widened, lust burning in their depths. She moved behind Vivienne, her hands grabbing her ass, squeezing the soft flesh. She slipped her fingers back into Vivienne's pussy, her thumb circling her tight asshole.

Vivienne moaned, her hips bucking back against Camille's hand. She looked over at Marcel, his eyes wide, his hand moving fast on his cock. She could see the precum glistening on the tip, could see the tension in his body.

Camille's fingers moved faster, harder, her thumb pressing gently against Vivienne's asshole. Vivienne moaned, her body tensing, the pleasure building.

"Harder, Camille," she begged, her voice thick with need. "Fuck me harder."

Camille complied, her fingers moving faster, her thumb slipping into Vivienne's ass. Vivienne cried out, her body on fire, the pleasure overwhelming. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing.

"I'm close, Camille," she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. "I'm so close."

Camille's fingers moved faster, her thumb slipping in and out of Vivienne's ass. She could feel Vivienne's body tensing, could feel her orgasm building. She wanted to make her come undone, to make her scream with pleasure.

Vivienne looked over at Marcel, his hand moving fast on his cock, his body tense. She could see he was close, could see the pleasure on his face. She wanted to make him come, to make him explode just from watching them.

"Fuck, Camille," she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. "I'm coming. I'm coming so hard."

Her body tensed, her pussy clamping down on Camille's fingers, her ass squeezing her thumb. She cried out, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She could hear Marcel's groan, could see his body tense, his cock exploding, cum shooting out, coating his hand, his stomach.

Camille slowed her fingers, her thumb slipping out of Vivienne's ass. She leaned down, kissing Vivienne's back, her shoulders, her neck. Vivienne straightened up, turning around and pulling Camille into her arms.

"I love you, Camille," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

"I love you too, Vivienne," Camille replied, her voice soft.

They kissed deeply, their bodies pressed against each other. Vivienne looked over at Marcel, a soft smile on her lips. He was leaning against the window, his body relaxed, a satisfied smile on his face. She winked at him, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

She turned her attention back to Camille, her hands roaming over her body, ready for round two. This time, it would be just the two of them, no audience, no distractions. Just them, their love, their passion.

sir—lancelot