Kıyafetlerimi yırtıyor, beni derinden sikiyor ve amımı yalıyor

He came closer while I was standing there in my nightgown, my chest rising softly. His hands touched me — slow, warm, careful — and my body melted under every caress. The moment turned deeper, slower, sweeter… until passion took over. He tore my nightgown open to free my breasts, and the mix of tenderness and desire filled the room. Every move, every sigh — pure sensual connection.