Liam's room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm ambiance. He lay on the bed, his muscular body relaxed yet exuding an air of anticipation. His ocean-blue eyes, intense and piercing, scanned the doorway as he awaited Isla's arrival. The scent of her unique perfume lingered in the air, a subtle hint of her presence, and it sent a shiver of desire down his spine.
As the door opened, Isla stepped into the room, her heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. She was a vision of beauty, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, and her tall, slender figure draped by a sheer negligee that left little to the imagination. Her big, busty chest heaved with each breath, the nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric.
"Liam," she began, her voice soft and slightly trembling. "I wanted to ask your permission for a trip—"
But before she could finish, Liam was off the bed, his tall, muscular frame closing the distance between them in a few swift stri
