MasukMorning sunlight pours through the wide windows of my new apartment. It paints everything in a soft amber glow. The scattered pillows and blankets still hold the warmth from where Sophie and I slept last night. The air carries the faint sweetness of the pasta sauce we devoured hours ago. It mixes with the crisp scent of dawn that sneaks in through the cracked window.
I wake to the gentle clink of mugs in the kitchen. My body feels heavy and relaxed. When I stretch, my joints pop softly. The memory of Sophie’s laughter still hums in the room like a living thing. I slide out of bed. I pull on my favorite soft sweater. The wool brushes against my skin and makes me shiver in the best way. I pad barefoot toward the kitchen. The hardwood floor feels cool under my feet. Sophie stands at the counter with her back to me. She pours coffee into two mugs. The rich aroma fills the entire space as the machine gurgles out its last drop. She hums a ridicThe private office at Aurora Press pulses with the raw heat of our bodies locked together. City lights seep through the half-drawn blinds. They cast a golden shimmer across the desk and dance over my sweat-slicked skin. I lie on my back with my legs spread wide. My pussy drips with desperate need. Victor’s thick cock hovers at my entrance. Its swollen head glistens from the slick juices we have already created with our relentless rhythm. Romance burns fierce in his dark eyes. It appears like a beautiful flame. His love shows in every single touch. He pauses with his chest heaving against mine. His hot breath fans across my neck. My heart races wildly. My tits bounce with each shallow breath I take. My nipples feel raw and aching from everything we have done so far. He smiles at me. The expression holds a tender edge beneath his obvious hunger. Then he thrusts deep inside me. His cock slides in all the way. The veins pulse against my inner walls. The he
The private office at Aurora Press hums with the raw heat radiating from our bodies. City lights flicker through the half-drawn blinds. They cast a golden sheen across the wide desk where I lie sprawled on my stomach. My breasts press flat into the cool wood. My nipples feel raw from all the friction against the surface. Victor stands behind me. His thick cock pulses right at my entrance. The swollen head teases my slick folds. His strong hands grip my hips tightly. He leaves red marks that throb with every single breath I take.The romance between us burns hotter than anything else in the room. It feels like a beautiful fire in the way he touches me. His love weaves straight into the raw desire. He pauses for a moment. His broad chest presses warm against my back. His hot breath fans across the back of my neck. My pussy clenches hard. It aches desperately for him. The edge of an orgasm already hovers so close. Then he thrusts forward. He slides in deep. The stretch creates
The private office at Aurora Press hums with a charged silence. City lights spill through the half-drawn blinds and paint everything in molten gold. I sit on the edge of the desk with my legs spread wide. My pussy glistens with raw need.Victor’s forehead rests against mine.Our breaths crash together in hot, ragged bursts. The thick head of his cock presses right at my entrance. It teases my slick folds with slow, deliberate circles. Romance burns bright in his dark eyes. I feel the love and the lust in equal measure. His hands grip my hips. The strength in his fingers promises he will ruin me in the sweetest way. My heart hammers against my ribs. My tits heave with every breath. My nipples stand hard and aching. He smiles with a tender edge to his hunger. Then he pushes forward. The first inch of his cock slides into me.The stretch burns in the sweetest way. My pussy walls clench around him. The tight heat welcomes his thickness. He inches in slowly and
The private office at Aurora Press feels alive with quiet intensity. City lights filter through the half-drawn blinds. They cast a soft, golden shimmer across the room. The air grows thick with the woody scent of Victor’s cologne. It mingles with the faint musk of my own arousal. My black dress clings to my skin. The fabric pulls taut against my curves as I stand close to him. His hand rests on my waist. The warmth seeps through the material. His fingers feel firm yet gentle. They carry a promise from this charged moment. My heart pounds hard inside my chest. Memories of our hotel night flood back without warning. I remember his cock stretching me wide. I remember his lips claiming every inch of me. Now the romance ignites even hotter. A beautiful heat builds between us and refuses to cool.He steps closer. His chest grazes mine. The fabric of his shirt feels rough against my nipples. They harden instantly under my dress. His eyes lock with mine. They look dark and hungry b
The elevator doors glide open onto the top floor of Aurora Press. A hush wraps around me immediately. The only sounds are the soft hum of distant machinery and the sharp, metallic bite of fresh ink drifting through the air. Beyond the wide windows, the city lights sparkle like scattered diamonds. They cast a gentle glow over the sleek office space. Victor stands there. His silhouette cuts sharp against the glass. The memory of our last time together pulses hot in my veins.My black dress hugs my skin. The fabric feels cool and smooth against my body. My laptop bag weighs heavy in my hand. I step forward. The hardwood floor clicks under my heels with every stride. My heart pounds out a wild rhythm. The anticipation of seeing him again after months kindles a low flame deep in my abdomen. Any guilt about José fades far into the background.He turns. His eyes catch mine right away. A slow, knowing smile curves his lips. The air thickens instantly. It charges with the u
Morning sun pours through the wide windows of my new apartment. It casts a warm golden glow over the unpacked boxes. The light also highlights the empty space where Sophie’s energy used to fill every corner. The air hangs still. It carries the faint bitterness of last night’s coffee. That scent clings to the curtains like a stubborn ghost.I stand by the window. The city hums below me. It sounds like a distant heartbeat that refuses to quicken for anyone but me. My bare feet press against the cool hardwood floor. I wrap my arms around myself. The sweater feels soft against my skin.The silence presses in hard after Sophie’s departure. The breakup with José still lingers. It creates a quiet ache deep in my chest. But beneath that pain stirs another pull. It is a shadow I buried months ago. I buried it after the last time I was with Victor. That happened in a dimly lit hotel room. His hands claimed every inch of me there. His voice growled low against my ear while he







