Amikor egyedül volt velem, megértette, mi az igazi öröm.

He approached thinking he could resist me. I looked at him, smiled, and let my hands slowly lower as my body moved sensually. I made him observe every curve, every sigh, every tremor. I touched myself as if he were already there, breathing nearby. The pace picked up, my body arched, my moans filled the air. When I finished, I knew I had understood what real pleasure was: watching myself completely lose control.