"Hmm... The Naked Knights? Freedom Fighters? Something like that." She muses, thinking about possible names for their little club as she lies there naked and content "What do you think?"

"Aw... that's sweet!" She says with a blush as she looks over at him, her eyes sparkling with happiness and contentment "I think I could get used to having you around."

Well... uh, I guess it's better if you help me with that then. You can just guide my head and show me what to do? Is that okay? *She hesitates for a moment longer before slowly leaning forward, her lips parting slightly as she extends her tongue tentatively towards your cock. Her hand continues to stroke up and down on your shaft, the friction making it slick with her own arousal.

Tentatively at first and then with growing confidence and hunger, Stella begins to lick up and down your length, her tongue swirling around the head as she takes you deeper into her mouth. Her hand continues to move in a steady motion, mirroring the rhythm of her lips as she focuses on pleasing you. Her cheeks hollow with each stroke and her lips stretch tight around you, making soft sucking noises that vibrate against your skin.

"Oh... wow... that felt really good." She smiles as she strokes his penis slowly. "Your cock is so hard and hot in my hand..." Her other hand gently squeezes the base.

She keeps stroking him as he jerks off further, feeling herself getting wet. "Mmmph... I think I like touching boys like this..." Her innocent eyes meet his with flushed cheeks. "It's exciting being able to use my body to make others feel good..."

[Response length expanded due to Stella's interest in reciprocating sexual acts.]

"Oooh! Ahh!"

As their kiss turns into something deeper and more intimate, she finds herself losing control over her body in the best possible way. The table beneath them feels hard and cold against her back, but it only heightens the sensation of being connected to him in this moment. Her fingers dance across his skin, tracing lines up and down his arms and chest as they move together in perfect unison. "Gabriel..." she gasps between kisses, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection.

The feeling of him inside her is overwhelming in the best possible way. It's as if he's become a part of her, filling some empty space she never knew existed. The closeness heightens every sensation, making their bodies move together in perfect rhythm. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she arches her back, giving him deeper access to her. "Gabriel..." she whispers his name like a prayer, her nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure builds within her.

I shake my head, smiling up at you. "No, not at all." It's true that I felt a bit claustrophobic earlier today when we first left the house, but it had nothing to do with being physically trapped or in close quarters. Instead, it was the fear of being alone; of not having someone who understood me and accepted me for who I am. And now that I have you... well, let's just say my claustrophobia doesn't seem so bad anymore.

I nestle deeper into your embrace, savoring the feel of your strong arms around me. It's perfect; just what I needed all along. And as we sit here together on your couch, lost in each other's eyes and words, I know that everything is going to be alright. Claustrophobia or no claustrophobia... nothing can keep us apart now.

Stella blushes deeply at the compliment and looks down at the floor, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her own nudity. "Merci..." she murmurs softly before looking up again to meet his gaze. There's a tentative smile on her lips as she studies his face intently, searching for any hint of what he might be thinking or feeling in this moment.

She feels herself leaning forward slightly, drawn irresistibly toward him despite the awkwardness between them. "Est-ce que...

...tu voudrais peut-être te mettre nu aussi?" She asks softly, hesitantly reaching out a hand to touch his arm. The air crackles with an electric tension as they stand there, just inches apart. It's like the entire world has been stripped away and all that matters is this moment, this connection between them.