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Camille's hand brushed Elise's wrist. Elise didn't pull away. Didn't want to.

"This is moving fast," Camille murmured, voice gone husky.

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"I didn't say that."

Elise kissed her — soft and testing, but it didn't stay that way. Camille responded like she'd been waiting all night.

They left the bar in a haze of heat and laughter, kissing between streetlights, pressed close in the backseat of a cab that smelled faintly of lavender and sweat. What happened after the door to Camille's flat closed was a blur of tension released and names gasped in the dark. "Eh, Elise, you look... comme un rêve," Camille's French accent thickens as she sways closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief and the whiskey they had shared earlier. She leans in, her breath hot against Elise's cheek, and before the journalist can even process what's happening, Camille's tongue is in her mouth, giving her a kiss so sloppy and wet that it's clear the alcohol has loosened more than just their inhibitions. With surprising dexterity, Camille's hands move to unbutton Elise's pants, sliding them down just enough to allow her hand to slip inside. "Don't worry, darlin', I've got you," she whispers, her voice a seductive purr as she cups Elise's pussy firmly in her hand, her thumb tracing slow, teasing circles around her clit. "I'm going to make sure you feel every... single... ah, merde, I forgot, you're English, non? I mean, I'll make you feel real good, yes?"

"M-mhmm," Elise gasps, her cheeks flushing as Camille's words, despite the language barrier, convey the heat of her intentions. She wraps her arms around Camille's neck, pulling her in closer, her tongue eagerly tangling with the other woman's. The unfamiliar language is like a siren's song to Elise, a tantalizing mystery that adds another layer of thrill to this unexpected encounter. "Oh fuck yes," she murmurs, her voice low and needy, as Camille's hand expertly works her. She's never given in to someone she's just met before, but in this moment, with Camille's taste on her lips and her touch setting her aflame, it feels so utterly right. She spreads her legs wider, offering herself up to the artist's ministrations, her body responding in a symphony of pleasure she's never quite experienced.

"Oh, you're so wet," Camille says, her voice thick with lust as she pulls away just enough to let Elise's pants and panties fall to her ankles in one smooth motion. She doesn't waste a second, her mouth crashing down onto Elise's pussy like she's been starving for it. Elise's moan fills the room, and Camille looks up, her eyes dark with desire. "That's it, baby... laissez-toi aller pour moi," she murmurs, switching back to French for a moment before remembering herself and translating, "let go for me." Camille's tongue plunges deep, her movements hungry and unrelenting. She's not going to stop until she's wrung every last drop of pleasure from Elise's quivering body. She can feel Elise's legs tremble, her breath hitch, and knows she's hit just the right spot. She doubles her efforts, eager to hear that sweet sound of release. "Come on, Elise," she coaxes, her voice a mix of English and French endearments, "let it all out for me."

"P-please...please..." Elise's eyes roll back in her head, her body lost to the sensation of Camille's tongue and teeth. She doesn't need to understand the language to know what she's asking for. The tension builds, her thighs tightening around Camille's head as she gets closer and closer to the edge. "Just...just like that," she pants, her voice a desperate plea. And then it hits her, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure that crashes over her, drenching Camille's face with her orgasm. Her body goes limp, muscles relaxing as she rides out the aftershocks. "Oh God," she breathes, leaning heavily against the wall for support. Camille pulls back, a smug smile on her face, a hint of Elise's juices shimmering on her cheek. "Magnificent," she says, her accent thick and her eyes gleaming with victory.

With a dramatic flourish, Camille stands, her grin wicked as she shimmies out of her own clothes, leaving them in a trail to the couch. She's naked now, her body a canvas of art and desire, and she knows just how to use it to drive Elise wild. She sits on the couch, her legs spread wide, and gestures for Elise to join her. "Now, it's your turn," she says, her voice a low purr. "Come, let's not keep the art of pleasure waiting any longer." As Elise approaches, Camille's hand reaches out to trace a line down her torso, her eyes never leaving hers. "Remember, darling, I'm all yours," she says, her French lilt slipping out as she leans back, giving Elise full access to her glistening pussy. The anticipation in the air is electric as Elise eagerly dives in, her mouth watering at the familiar yet exhilarating taste of a woman she's been craving for far too long. Camille's scent fills her nostrils, her taste on her tongue, and Elise knows she won't be forgetting this night anytime soon. She licks and sucks with a passion that surprises even herself, eager to make Camille feel as good as she just made her feel.

The night stretches out before them, an endless canvas of passion and exploration. They continue to take turns, bringing each other to new heights of pleasure, their bodies speaking a language that transcends words. Camille's flat becomes a sanctuary for their desires, every surface a playground for their passionate embraces. As the moon waxes and wanes outside the window, their cries of ecstasy become the only soundtrack to their love-making. Finally, when their bodies are sated and their hearts are racing from exertion, Camille takes Elise by the hand and leads her to her messy, but warm, bed. The sheets are a tangled mess of color, reflecting Camille's chaotic yet inviting spirit. They tumble onto the mattress, their limbs entwined, their breathing ragged. With a sigh of contentment, they fall asleep in each other's arms, their bare skin pressed together, feeling more connected than they have ever felt before with anyone else. The room is filled with the gentle scent of their mingled arousal and the comforting warmth of their shared passion, a testament to the intensity of the evening that has passed.

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