That night, as I stepped into the familiar lounge, I was captivated by your eyes – big, round eyes, long curled lashes, and smooth white skin like the morning dew. You wore a tight dress that accentuated your soft curves, with a full bottom, slender waist, and high, enticing bosom.
We sat next to each other, chatted a little, then left the bar amidst the envious looks of many people. As the door to the room closed, you leaned closer to me and softly asked in a teasing voice:
“Do you think I deserve to be pampered?”
Before I could answer, you wrapped your arms around me, your soft body pressed against me, your fragrant breath lightly blowing in my ear, making my heart race wildly. I held you tightly, feeling your smooth bare skin, each kiss sliding along your neck, down your shoulders made you shiver and softly moan.