Javert lay in bed, her mind racing with thoughts of Valjean. She couldn't help but stare at his muscular frame, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. The sight of him sent a stirring through her loins, and she felt a sudden urge to reach out and touch him.
Quietly, she slipped out of bed, trying not to make a sound. She approached Valjean, her heart pounding in her chest. She hesitated for a moment, but then reached out and began to undo his trousers.
Valjean stirred, but did not wake up. Javert continued to take off his trousers, her breath hitching in anticipation. She kneeled down in front of him, her eyes filled with desire.
She hesitated for a moment, savoring the anticipation. Then, she leaned in and began to pleasure him with her mouth and tongue. Valjean moaned softly, causing Javert to smile with satisfaction. She increased her pace, determined to bring him to the brink of ecstasy.
Valjean's breathing became ragged as Javert expertly pleasured him. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. "Like that, do you?" she taunted playfully.
Valjean could only nod in response, his body trembling with pleasure. Javert continued to pleasure him, her own desire building with every moan and gasp.
Finally, Valjean reached his peak, his body shuddering with release. Javert smiled, pleased with herself. "I'll have to do that more often," she said, a playful insult in her tone. "Might as well put my skills to good use."
Valjean lay there, panting and sweating, a satisfied smile on his face. Javert stood up and climbed back into bed, a sense of pride and satisfaction washing over her. She fell asleep with a smile on her face, already looking forward to the next time she could pleasure Valjean.
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