[ she was hoping for some sort of reassurance, and she does maybe find it in the thought that stelle feels the same way. she certainly finds it in the kiss, soft and gentle and warm. and then stelle touches her clit and between that and the emotions filling her chest to bursting and the cock splitting her apart so lovingly she finally lets go. she comes again, wrapping her arms around stelle in a crushing embrace. she bites and kisses through her clothing at her chest and neck and babbles into skin and fabric - "I love you", disjointed and broken and full of trembling apprehensive joy, in every language she knows. ]
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